The Mississippi Gospel
The Mississippi Gospel The heat in Mississippi in July was like a wet towel pressed against your face, heavy and suffocating and impossible to shake off. Sixteen-year-old Erin Duval stood on the riverbank and watched the Mississippi flow golden in the afternoon sun, wide and indifferent to the troubles of the people who lived beside it. Her stepmother Mame ran a traveling act—medicine and...
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