The Community Center
The train left rural Mississippi at dawn, carrying two small suitcases and a quilt Mary had made. James sat by the window, watching the cotton fields disappear behind them. Beside him, Mary pressed her head against the glass and smiled at nothing in particular. They had not been to Chicago in fifteen years. Fifteen years since Reverend Elijah had accepted the pasteur at theAME church. Fifteen...
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