My mother told me she could live without me at 7:43 on a rainy Tuesday night. By sunrise, she had called seventy-six times.
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Chapter 1 I was still holding seven-year-old Eli’s mittened hand when she stood at the head of my grandmother’s dining table and unfolded a typed…