Marjorie Lemke
Marjorie went to 207 every other day. Gabe would be in bed, in sweatpants, a newspaper spread around him. One day, he asked to hold the baby. She liked …
"The world performs miracles," Marjorie's aunt often said. "Don't forget that." Her aunt's income was alimony and lotto tickets; Bell's palsy had slackened half her pretty face. She didn't seem in a position to talk about miracles. Then something extraordinary did happen: Marjorie got a job.