it did when he was trying not to feel something.
“I sold it for fifty dollars cash and a quarter-gram of heroin three days before that photo was taken. I told myself I’d buy it back. I didn’t. I never even tried.”
The room was so quiet I could hear the refrigerator humming in the kitchen.
“Where was Grandpa when you sold it?” I asked.
“At the steel mill.continue reading …
