“Notes on an All-American Family” –

March 4, 2019 – The room smelled like what they were doing, but again, with no priors, I had little clue. A friend of Mom’s, was in the bathroom … her hair a spiky mess and she was dressed in somebody else’s oversized shabby gear. This vision was all I needed to see the urgency in persuading Mom to leave, to get to Burger Barn, where my empty stomach would get its fill, and she and I would be safe.

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