but sugar and starch. It wasn’t a disease. It was neglect—criminal neglect.
The strange list of foods Tamika had given me—strawberries, jelly, bread with crusts cut off—wasn’t a sick child’s limited diet. It was the diet of a child who’d never been fed properly in the first place. She’d told me he was a picky eater the same way you’d blame a plant for continue reading …
