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The Art of Being Un-Wired: Chapter 11

(Read the other chapters here.) I wanted some bread pudding. Yes, I wanted Glory’s chocolate bread pudding warm from the oven.

(Read the other chapters here.) I turned my attention to the guys who had been on the corner, now surveying the

(Read the other chapters here.) “Kenyatta Malthrope, Housing Dispensation Unit.” The voice on the other end of the phone was deep;

(Read the other chapters here.) Even though I had a thousand things to think about before my B&B guests arrived, I

(Read the other chapters here.) I understood what Mr. Dickerson was saying, but still I loved Francisco. I was a woman

(Read the other chapters here.) Benny called two days later from of all places, Times Square. I never wanted to laugh

(Read the other chapters here.) Waking with a slight headache, I rolled onto my stomach to shield my eyes from the

(Read the other chapters here.) It took three hours and would necessitate a new paint job, but all my furniture got

(Read the other chapters here.) Benny pulled up behind the movers, who were already standing on the sidewalk, hop scotched as

(Read the other chapters here.) “Well, we did it, Ms. Tinsdale,” the guy with the clipboard said, leaning down into Taiwo’s