Margaret was asleep. She thought she was asleep. It was nightfall. She slept in one of four day beds. The windows had no coverings. The night sky was blocked out by the canopy of old growth trees that covered the sprawling property. Margaret was swathed in years of suffering, sadness, confusion, poverty, and shame. ThisContinueContinue reading “Houston Tales No. 2”
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