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Days Like This

Mama always used to set the table at 5:30. Her dainty brown fingertips would be careful not to grab any glass with too much force or yank any plate out from the dishwasher before it’s time— Mama Ferguson considered motherhood to be an art. She let her boy go out and play on her sidewalks…