(This short story has multiple pages.)
April, 2010
Editors' Choice Award
I first learned the secret in the late fall of ’32. I was a pig-tailed ten, going on twenty-five, or so I imagined, and I was peacock proud to be sitting at the adult table for the first time. I faced the bronzed, crackled turkey
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