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“I have my hands full with work, Ellie, and, soon, the baby. Work and children are my life now.” Dede sways slightly in rhythm as she plays an imaginary violin. “Well, they are.” “At least you love your job,” she points out. “Unfortunately, I don’t understand my job now. Sue said they weren’t expanding the Clinic, so what are Dwight and I going to do? Team teach?” “Doesn’t sound so bad to me.” Dede’s eyes twinkle. “Stop! I’m seriously worried about my Clinic! Who’s in charge now? Him or me? And what about my proposal for the immigrant right’s clinic I proposed? There are desperate people languishing in that detention center just because they can’t get a lawyer. We could do that; the students would love to do that!” “Okay, okay, M’lee. I get that you’re upset.” “I’m beyond upset. The Dean owes me an explanation.”
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