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By Nicole Hefner
Mama Heaton never left home without her gloves, but that’s a lie, of course, Mama Heaton didn’t even have gloves! She had a tin of peach snuff, a Bible, and—some said—thousands and thousands of dollars stuffed between the mattresses. I wish we were rich. I wish I had a daddy. I wish we could go to the swimming pool. One of us was always wishing something. Wish in one hand, Mama Heaton said. Shit in the other. See which gets full faster.