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by Nan Leslie
Davy sat on the edge of her bed,
not sure what to do next. She wanted to see her baby. Of course they were going to say the baby
was fine. Did they think she was stupid?
by Lynne Viti
"I lived with you for awhile when I was little," I say. " After Daddy had his fishing accident, when he was in the hospital. I learned to eat fresh peaches at your house, do you remember?"
Of course she doesn't, and I don't know why I thought I could jar loose a few cells in her crackled brain so that she would reminisce with me. It strikes me that Julia and I are going through this exercise just to make ourselves feel better about Mom. I start to cry.
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