A Hungry Mother Stood In Line For Food Not Knowing The Man Serving Her Held Her Future

The cold came off Lake Michigan the way it always did in February: not gradually but all at once, moving through the streets of Chicago’s South Side in hard, deliberate gusts that found every gap in a coat, every inch of exposed skin, every seam where fabric had been washed too many times and no longer held its shape the way it was supposed to.

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