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overnight shift. For every grocery list calculated to the dollar. For every time I had said no.
Then I called Nana Ruth.
She answered on the second ring and said, “Well?”
“It’s done,” I said, and my voice cracked.
A brief silence. Then, softly: “Read it to me.”
I read her the line from the screen. Zero balance. Loan satisfied.
“Your granddaddy would have continue reading …
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