understand the tradition, that’s your problem.”

The bill was more than $1,700.

My mother’s face burned with embarrassment.

“I don’t have that kind of money,” she whispered.

“Not my concern,” Clarissa replied.

Then she and her sisters stood, put on their coats, and walked out of the restaurant laughing.

They left my mother alone with the bill.

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