We would stop for breakfast in a diner or a pancake house, lingering for only a short time because of he urgency, she said, of getting there as soon as possibleHer vocabulary was full of words like arraigned, adjudicate, abduct amazed me, how my mother rattled off these terms like other mothers could recite ingredients for cakes.
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Today she is Magda, a Hungarian in brocade, and scarlet velvet shoes with bows. The smell of goulash fills the apartment and her scent is Tabu this time. She kisses me on either cheek, tells me to sit as she finishes her chignon, full of bobby pins and hairspray, a small work of art....
Today, Magda Hospital Drive
I From first grade on, we sat together at lunch, swapped sandwiches, survived occasional taunts. We were sisters, might as well have been, knowing what the other would say, doing our hair the same way, passing notes in our secret language.
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