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Lourdes looked directly at Mara. Or maybe Mara imagined it. But the older woman smiled, small and knowing, and said, “We built this for the ones who were scared to come. And you came. So thank you.”

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Mara hadn’t realized she was touching her own shoulder, checking that the strap hadn’t slipped. She dropped her hand. Lourdes looked directly at Mara

“That’s Sam,” Dez said. “Their moms are the ones with the sourdough starter that has a name. I think it’s called Bread Pitt.” And you came

“You’re staring,” Dez said, appearing at her elbow with a paper plate piled high with vegan potato salad.

Later, as the sun sank low and someone started passing around a guitar, Lourdes stood up. She clinked a spoon against her glass.