My parents threw cocktail almost weekly and they demanded my sister and me to come down stairs to “make an appearance” saying, “How do you do you do. Nice to see you Mr. & Mrs. Grownup who have no desire to talk to me either.” The big people would like to ignore us, too, to get back to the big people conversation. But there were a few of these big people who called us by name…

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