Medicine: Holy Moses

At 24, Effie Crawford looked old and worn and shapeless. Her husband Louis was on relief, working on the roads. It was always after dusk when he got back, dead tired, to their barren one-room shanty in a scrub pine clearing. He hardly looked at Effie, in her bare feet and loose cotton dress. When he did look, by the flickering of their kerosene lamp, he saw nothing different about her. He never held her in his arms any more. His WPA job paid only $26, and even in the piney woods of...

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