Part III, Chapter 17
Native Son
Wedged into a corner of the sofa, Agnes was reading when I dropped down next to her, swaddled in her husband’s ample striped bathrobe. She’d set out a tray with cheese, crackers, and sliced meats. A bottle of wine sat between two glasses—one full, the other half empty—on a …
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