Broken Star

Jennifer Haigh

I met my aunt Melanie in the summer of 1974, an August of high bright days, so dry that my father had to oil our front lane to keep the dust down. I was fifteen, midway through  h high school and deadened by its sameness. I could scarcely remember what had preceded it, or begin to imagine what migh…


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