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Submitted to Contest #100
Spoons clanking porcelain bowls make up the only sound at the dinner table, as they are passed counterclockwise and from the left. It is Sunday, the day we grown children gather to break bread with our mother. It is also June 26. The same day my Daddy went to jail, 12 years ago. We all know it, our sighs saying more than we want to admit. But we are not permitted to utter it aloud; Mama forbids it, as though by not speaking of it, it simply fails to be true. Oh, Mama. Poor, Mama. Don’t much know if she’s holding out hope for when Daddy retur...
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