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Chapter 15

When Mabel turned eleven, one old capo joked:

“Future boss.”

I stopped him.

Not angrily.

“Future eleven-year-old.”

Everyone laughed.

Mabel rolled her eyes.

Perfect.

Later she asked:

“Could I be boss?”

“Maybe.”

“Do I have to?”

“No.”

She smiled.

Then:

May you like

“Good.”

That answer mattered more than ambition.

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