“I had one too,” she whispered to me. I felt less alone. She already had four, I had two, the baby a handful at barely one. Rough, drinking husbands. “I felt so guilty, I confessed,” she said. “I still feel guilty, what did the priest say?” “He gave me Hail Mary’s and said never to … Continue reading One…Summer
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