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cousin Linda mentioned politics. He said it to me when I told him I had been accepted into the nursing program at State.
“Nursing,” he said. “Emptying bedpans. Great career for a girl, I guess.”
My mother never argued. When his voice rose, she would go still in a specific way, shoulders pulling inward, hands folding in her lap, eyes dropping to the tablecloth,continue reading …
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