Month: April 2018

Anna’s Billy Club

Grandma always blamed the pain in her arthritic knees on the diner. Anna was a small-framed, round-shouldered, stately old woman dressed in black. She had sunken cheeks on a round, wrinkled face, topped with thinning white hair made a bit blue during Easter and Christmas. Her small, dark eyes, sharply observing, and her thin lips almost, barely, hinting a smile—that’s how she looked. She was a good listener and her […]

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