Here I recline in the corner of Deb’s living room sectional, where the knees must be bent lest I be grounded again. This Mormon matron is the hardest toiling woman I have ever known and yet she insists on retrieving my clean clothes and corned beef from the basement while stowing the groceries I used to, in a more spry time, stock in her pantry. These f…
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