Coda
Coda
Grandmother's House. By CATHERINE WALD
My grandmother's legs tremble as
she climbs the makeshift steps to the scaffolding, two stories off
the ground at the rear of the stage. It's, let's say, 1922, and
twenty-something Minette Levy has...
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