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Moonshine and Epsom Salt
by Jean McIntyre Cogdell

I OVERHEARD mama talking. When I came in the house the worry and anger in her voice made me tiptoe to the kitchen doorway. Grandma sat at the table; Mama’s voice stern. “Look at your face…” I eased back out of sight; something was wrong. Fear reached for my throat when I noticed the tears in Mama’s eyes.
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