The Hemnar family was having breakfast. Sabrina broke off a piece of her toast with the corner of her mouth. Her phone was in the other hand.
‘Sabrina; no phones at the table,’ her father reminded her. He was sitting across her and his wife was sitting at his right.‘Sabrina, dear, no phones at the table,’ her mother this time.Sabrina took one long look at her mother, then her father. She rolled her eyes and put her phone hand underneath the table.‘How’s school?’ her father asked her.Her attention had been shifted to under the table.‘Sabrina, your father asked you a question,’ her mother said staring at her daughter’s scalp.She sighed in aggravation. ‘Fine,’ she responded.Her father said, ‘People don’t suspect that you’re..?’‘Your daughter?’ She laughed. ‘There’s a good and a bad side to it. The down side is that
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