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Coat of Honor

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Coat of Honor

Grant, Natalie.
Appalachian Review , Volume 16 (1) – Jan 8, 1988
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?^ ?'·;''?^ >1%?* "."1M*. "¦ by Natalie Grant committed my first act of true rebellion. Papa Zeb had suffered four strokes over When Papa Zeb died, I consciously six was finally released from an existence ruled by the life-extending "benefits" of modern medicine. He was much beloved, a three-year period and at the age of fifty- recovering even a small portion of his health. devastated at his passing, even though we had long since given up hope of his ever My rebellion began when my great-aunt Delphie called to tell us the unwanted but and I, like the rest of my family, was expected news. Her nasal North Alabama twang sliced over the wire like rusty razors and I could hear the chatter of long distance noises bouncing off the edges of each braying word. hawed. hear my brother, Thomas, clambering up the steps with the two babies and Mama "We have to eat, Aunt Delphie," I said, "and she had to get some prescriptions filled for the babies." "Where's your mama, honey?" she hee"Gone to get groceries," I replied. Long, condemning pause from Delphie. telling my sister, Katie, to help carry the groceries. I blindly stumbled to

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Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1988

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