The car stopped on the interstate exit ramp, and a woman got out. I stared. The car was fine, and the remaining person inside, a man, was manuevering into the driver’s seat. No yelling, just grim expressions.
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social work
In Florence, Julia found herself mobbed by children waving newspapers in her face. They were reedy, thin, grubby. They came on in a rush, 12 or 15 of them, shouting “miss! miss!” and were dispersed in mass by some looker-on. Some adult more imposing than Julia. Once again, she had somehow been separated from her [...]
social work
In Florence, Julia found herself mobbed by children waving newspapers in her face. They were reedy, thin, grubby. They came on in a rush, 12 or 15 of them, shouting “miss! miss!” and were dispersed in mass by some looker-on. Some adult more imposing than Julia. Once again, she had somehow been separated from her [...]