I Dream Of A Hamburger

I DREAM OF A HAMBURGER        I lie in bed, a tall, skinny girl of 10 years old, powerless and puny. Since I didn’t feel well, I stayed in my room. Excused from answering Daddy’s calls, “Hey, get us another beer.”            Sounds of Mama, Daddy, and his drinking […]

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