Bronx Primitive: Portraits in a Childhood
[…] We knew Dr. James had visited when we found our mothers in bed “resting,” an odd word, an odd event. When we left for school, they had no symptoms of cold or cough or pain; preoccupied perhaps, but that was common among women who worried about getting the rent paid on time, about shoes for the children, about husbands who habitually came home…
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