Lynna Williams lustration by-Ssfron Br^wr fesign by Gail SwanWo , I had an aunt who lost .her husband at Normandy Beach,./ She was standing at the backyard clothesline hanging up sheets to dry - when she heard a car pull up in front and a door slam. In a • moment she saw the West- | ern Union man come around ft s Mhe side of the house, head f^oWed, holding a square of yellow ^aper She didn’t scream or cry—she 'wasn’t raised that way—but she / began to back away from him holding ’' a wet sheet tight to her throat. She ■dragged the sheet on the ground r .through a bed of newly planted .■marigolds. SHIFT AT THE 32 Clinton St. Quarterly—Fall, 1988
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