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She Told Me to Move Out at Christmas Dinner—Forgetting I Paid Every Bill in That House

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gum off the underside of a booth. I wondered if she remembered calling me a mule.

Bernice moved into a subsidized senior housing complex on the south side. One bedroom, thin walls, a view of a dumpster. The church ladies stopped visiting after the baby-shower scandal. She called sometimes, leaving voicemails on a number that forwarded to a folder my continue reading …

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