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“Are you back for good?” Kristy asked Patrick softly, wiping her hands on the skirt of her dress. Kristy hated dresses, but Patrick had forgotten, so she’d grudgingly put it on. “Dad?”
“I can be, if you do the right thing this time, and don’t tell your mother,” he said with a shrug. “When Liz knows that I’m in town, she ruins everything. I don’t want to deal with her bitching about how I raise you.