We Had Hummingbirds

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The basement in our little house served the functions of an attic and a storage space for beer cartons. “I’ll be so glad to have this cleaned up,” my mother said, digging her nail underneath the pull tab of a Coors Light. A pop, a hiss, and immediately after, a long, needy guzzling. “Oh, Sam,…

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