Wednesday, August 8, 2012


"They broke into my house. I can't stay here any longer."

My mother sat on the bed, hands shaking, water dribbling from her quivering lips onto her slip, her tattered dress on the floor, defeated.

"We have to wait for the police, Mom. I can't take you anywhere just yet."

A stranger looked at me. "Please, Shelly?"

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