…One Less Scene

 
                         I never knew what Sue’s last name was, it seemed like something that wasn’t important to her. She used to come into the diner at ten or ten thirty, order a cup of chamomile tea, and sit in one of the booths until [...]

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One morning I woke up and found myself in a drafty farm house on old Highway 20. The snow-covered mountains loomed outside my bedroom window; down past the field the Methow River was running between the icy rocks. I was six years old. I could smell the garlic sizzling in the kitchen, in my mom’s tofu scramble.
“I [...]

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