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June 1991
As he doodles, Charlie has the handset between his shoulder and ear; a crick's forming in his neck.
"I'll be there for the wedding. But I want to be clear, it's just for you." She's sounding exasperated.
"You know this isn't Nick's fault, right? I just can't bear to see two of the people I love most in the world fighting. It's been over a year…"
"Charlie. I can't… I just…" He hears the lump in his sister's throat. "I just can't. I'm sorry. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
He hears a 'click' as the phone hangs up.
