PART 3   I stared at the hospital bracelet in the lunchbox until the letters of my own name blurred.

letter.

She had paid off old debts one ten-dollar payment at a time.

She had saved newspaper clippings about community kitchens, shelters, and programs for people trying to rebuild.

At the bottom of the box was a notebook titled:

Grace’s Table

Inside were pages of recipes, notes, names, and plans.

Chicken stew for 20 people.

Rice budget.

Church basement?

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