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Like a purebred angel standing in the front a the church.

I’d expected the stories to be sweet, glossy.

Lot a ailing, sick peoples in this town.”

Shame ain’t black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.”

I loved that baby and he loved me

baby with hair fine as silk on a corn…”

I must a asked her a thousand times

A chill blows through the room, like a ghost passing by. I shiver.

Then I dust the shelves in the hunting room, vacuum the bear while he stares at me like I’m a snack. “Just you and me today,” I tell him.

I intend to stay on her like hair on soap.