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My Great-Grandmother Handed Her Husband Over to the Devil

My Great-Grandmother Handed Her Husband Over to the Devil

She’s cooking breakfast when he stumbles through the back door of their humble Arkansas home. Eyes bloodshot. Shirt unevenly buttoned, as if done in darkness, and in haste. She doesn’t turn around. No need to. More times than she cares to remember, my great-grandmother has seen my great-grandfather looking like something the cat drug in.