The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

March 14, 1912 The coughing has started again, a wet, rattling sound that seems to shake the very bones of the house. I am thirty-two years old, sitting in the chair by the bed, and I want nothing more than to keep my mother’s mind clear until the doctor arrives, but the fits have grown so violent she is spitting blood onto the white sheets. I tell myself it is just a bad winter, a temporary...

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