Not family.
Not celebration.
Not reconciliation.
Money.
The only reason I had been invited.
The waiter shifted uncomfortably.
He could feel it too.
Everyone could.
I opened the folder.
Two thousand, two hundred dollars.
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Not family.
Not celebration.
Not reconciliation.
Money.
The only reason I had been invited.
The waiter shifted uncomfortably.
He could feel it too.
Everyone could.
I opened the folder.
Two thousand, two hundred dollars.
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