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

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hand.

A local reporter came to write about the program.

She asked Walter, “What was the first meal Grace Collins ever gave you?”

He smiled.

“Rice, beans, and chicken with too much pepper.”

I laughed from across the room.

Mom did love pepper.

The reporter asked, “And what did that meal mean to you?”

Walter looked around the room.

At the long tables.

At the people continue reading …

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