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1980
Jake knocked on the white door of the 1850 cottage at 2318 Williams, a block from Augusta College and Walton Way. David – who was nervous, as always – led him in.
“So Jake,” David began, “we’ve had lots of folks drop off a copy of your article on Momma.” Jake spotted his business card, alone, on the front table in the brass calling tray.
Sugar was sitting at the dining table, her metal walker with clean white handles next to her.
“I want you to write my book,” Sugar said. “First, I need to tell you the rest of my story.”