Awww hell, Ann, I ain’t got it. I’ve got twelve kids to feed and a business to run. I can’t keep sending you money.

Do you need me to go to Western Union? my mom would ask. Yeah, my dad would say, let’s send the old girl something. Get her something to eat.

COLLECT CALL FROM AUNT ANN BY ELIZABETH CHRISTIE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 43

Once every few weeks we’d receive a phone call from Aunt Ann in New York. She would usually ring in the evening after dinner. Whoever w…

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