Jan 02 2010
Part 3, Let's Start With Monday, but move to the night . . .
CONTINUED From Monday… Around 6 my mother called. She had gone to her car to put something in it. All I could think was, “How clever, how controlling, how typical. No hope of speaking with my step-father, the one sick…” But I didn’t bother to say that. I wanted a peaceful call. This wasn’t the [...]
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