December, 1979, they were part of the American agency and were being evacuated. There was gonna be a going away party….
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
She opened the old bread book her mother had taken with her in 1974, all the way to the concrete block towering home, Building one, Apartment one.
She took the eggs from the carton, one, two, slippery fingers one falls, and cracks on the kitchen floor, the clear liquid seeps towards her feet, then the orange follows. She grabs another egg, grateful to have what she needs on hand.
Everything heated to the proper temperatures.
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