Good Company

A notification broke through rural cell service at the Idaho-Washington stateline. There was news from Texas. My mother informed us, my siblings and me, that our uncle was being moved into hospice care. It would not be long now: Tio Meme was dying. Parallel parking spots lined the streets of the nex...


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