The Rumor Mill
I never liked Thomas. Never had. He was my great-uncle on my mother's side, which means we shared a grandparent but not much else. When he came to live with me after his fall in the summer of 2022, I was not happy. He was sixty-eight years old, six feet one inch, and weighed about a hundred and forty pounds soaking wet. He had lived in a tiny apartment in Sunset Park his whole life, and now he...
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