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“I don’t know what I did to deserve a grandson like you.”
The court date was set at the county courthouse in Tuloma. My grandmother refused to attend.
“I don’t want to see them. Calvin, you go. I trust you.”
On the morning of the hearing, I ironed a white dress shirt she had washed and pressed herself. The care of her hands was in every fold.
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