Excerpt 51 [from the novel, Default to Goodness]

My mother’s bedroom consisted of a narrow, single bed covered in a chocolate-brown and tan bedspread, a long, folding table for her adding machine, and gray metal filing cabinets that ferociously lined the walls. The venetian blinds were never opened. That room was a precise reflection of her hardened soul.

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