When we sat down she started pulling stuff out of her backpack. She had a little-bitty container of motor oil – the kind you use for a weed eater – that she had picked up at Wal-Mart on a trip with her Poppie. “Why do you have oil with you Ellis?” I asked. She doesn’t...
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