“Displaced persons. People we took in from Europe after the war. You’d think they’d be grateful. Wouldn’t you?” I understood why they weren’t. A displaced person myself, I was not so much grateful to Grandma for her charity as disgusted by her liver spots and quiet belches, the way she could reach into her mouthContinue reading “RKS Literature: AN AMERICAN NON DP Feels Like a DP Living With Her Granny (Wally Lamb)”
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