Alisa Goodman

…and then there were none

…and then there were none

I got the phone call on a Sunday morning at ten—my Aunt Selma, the last of four children, had passed at 8:00 a.m. at the age of ninety-six. She began running a fever on Saturday morning and died the next day. She led the kind of fulfilled life I wish on my dearest...

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