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Essay: The Little White Box

Shelley Yorke Rose The acrid smell of boiled tongue greeted us as my mother flung open the door to my grandparents’ apartment on Outer Drive in Detroit. “Dad, are you making tongue again?” she asked, annoyed. No answer. Then my grandmother, all five feet of her, peeked out of the kitchen, apron wrapped tightly around…

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