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Without Allie, the world is hushed. Even when my brothers roar like lions, Mom stomps around on clunky heels before church, or Jeff—Mom’s house-arrest boyfriend—gets restless and plays Norwegian Metal at decibels that could split an eardrum, I don’t hear much. Everything is static without my sister.
I imagine what Allie would say about Mom’s new ambition to become a full-time beauty consultant/model or the single gig she landed late August. I had to babysit my brothers that day as Mom spent hours posing in a skin-colored bathing suit, arms akimbo, in front of a green screen. Allie would’ve gone with her had she been around; she would’ve read and reread the small print on the contract. Instead, Mom came back with $300 in crisp bills and a Xeroxed copy of the agreement that would act as little more than proof that she had signed away rights to her image, and any manipulation thereof, in perpetuity.
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