The Rust-Belt Children
I. Mike Ressler woke up at six in the morning and went upstairs to check on his mother. She was in bed, propped against the pillows, staring at the wall. When she heard him enter, she turned her head slowly. Her mouth opened. Something came out—not a word, not quite a sound. A shape of sound, like the memory of a word. "Morning, Mom," Mike said. He opened the microwave and took out a frozen...
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