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Mambo Delia

The sweetness inside Audie turned sour as her clothes stuck to her in the humidity of southern Florida. The words replayed in her head as she continued to stare at her Aunt Melissandra.
Melissandra purposefully avoided her niece’s gaze. She knew Audie’d have something to say to her on the drive home, but she was confident in the decision she had made. She continued to speak to the community, letting her cello voice resonate over the heat, “And I would like to welcome Delia to the podium so that she may speak her first prayer as our own new mambo.”

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