It was always just Gram and me.
One afternoon I told her Billy took my sandwich. She said, “Be nice, he’ll change.” He didn’t.
Told her high school boys, from around the corner, stole my bike. Gram said, “They’ll bring it back.” I found a twisted frame and slashed tires.
Boss accused me of taking money to cover his own thieving. She said, “You can always get another job.” I couldn’t.
Got arrested for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time with the wrong people. Gram said, “I’ll visit you every week.”
She can’t. Cancer, last month.
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