The Golden Downtown
The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its pages swollen with the damp that had seeped through the window frames of our fourth-floor walk-up in Pilsen, the ink of the debts blurring into black smudges that looked less like numbers and more like the tracks of vermin scurrying across the grain of the wood. I stared at the final column, the one where the interest on the medical bills compounded...
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