Margaret Deering

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my mother howl on the couch with my aunt. He had been gone for over a month, and there had been no warning, no phone calls. Mom found out because our rent check bounced. She was certain we’d be evicted, and borrowed money from her sister until Dad arrived over a week later, with his tie half-done and stained slacks. He looked like a half-dead thing, a thing
Stray: Memoir of a Runaway
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