Posted on August 27, 2017
by Cecilia Mary Gunther
“My Grand-Daddy was a gambling man,” my friend said to me yesterday as we were packing her fresh eggs into boxes. We had been talking about drunks. The weekend kind who had a drink and went to sleep. My friend does not drink. But…
Category: Life, WritingTags: conversation, culture, friends, racism
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