by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 18, 2024 | Memories
I hadn’t expected him to order coffee. No one ever did. I’d been working the midday shift at Charlie Goodnights for a week by then. In fact, hardly anyone bothered to stop by the bar on Hillsborough Street before 7:00 pm. My shift ended at 8:00. Mostly I spent my time... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Aug 28, 2024 | Memories
Loretta Humphrey opened the door to the school bus. She held one high-heeled foot on the brake and the other on the clutch as she leaned out over her seat to push the door crank with her right hand. Loretta Humphrey was tiny. Her bell-bottom jeans swooped down over...
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