A young writer showed up today at The Little Room, during this time of rehab, with a basket of mangoes and a story. Eleanor, of course, wanted to have a mango right away, but I stopped her. Let the young writer speak, I said. He's telling us his story now. Somehow this is necessary to the 28 days of rehab. I'll know more of the significance later, or tomorrow, so we beg your indulgence in the meantime.




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