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Twelve Miles: 48 Stops By Robert Steven Williams he King Apartment Project fell short of its promise long before the residents arrived, its construction fraught with mishaps and cost overruns. It was a miracle it had T even opened, or a curse, as Granny Jack muttered when the heat failed or the elevators broke down. Her son Willie, 15 when they moved in, was long gone by the time Mayor White gave his “Dawn of a New Era” speech at the first anniversary celebration. But now Willie was coming home, home from prison. “If he stays, we’re leaving,” Davida, his eldest, declared. She was already packing in the bedroom she shared with her little brother. “How will you take care of Bobby Ray?” Granny Jack asked. “Or get yourself through college?” “We’ll be fine.” Granny Jack stared at her granddaughter. She had the same creamy skin and soulful eyes as her mother, but she had Willie’s athletic build, his smarts too, and she was stubborn just like him. “You have no idea, do you, child?” she said. Davida shoved a pair of tights into an old beige suitcase


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