I thought about my mother,... «Sleepers»

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  LittleGhost

  6 марта 2015

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  I thought about my mother, wishing I had a cup of her ricotta to take away the aches and chills. She would fill a large pot with water and set it to boil, throw in three sliced apples and lemons, two tea bags, two spoonfuls of honey and a half glass of Italian whiskey. She boiled everything down until the contents were just enough to fill a large coffee cup. 'Put this on,' she would say, handing me the heaviest sweater we owned. 'And drink this down. Now. While it's hot.' 'Sweat everything right outta you,' my father would say, standing behind her. 'Better than penicillin. Cheaper too.'

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