JODI PICOULT
Nov 11, 2020
2 minutes
BESS FRIEND
es, that really was my grandmother’s name. She was a teacher, and every day we would drive to the nursery school she ran and where I was a student. We’d read the names of street signs – Bagel Lane, Woodland Court – and make up stories about the inhabitants. When I was five, she had a mastectomy. I remember being shocked that the
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