This school year, every Thursday afternoon, between 1:30 and 2:30, Desmond and I went shopping at Granny’s. It was our weekly ritual, after his preschool let out and before we went to see Danny at the restaurant and eat French fries. We walked in holding hands after skipping across the parking lot. I grabbed a cart. Desmond said, “Where are you going to…
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