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PULP FICTION

BY EMILY CRANE LINN

@emilycrane4

“LET ME GIVE you a sketch of the neighborhood,” Leroy Patton said as he put his car in park on the side of Lawson Road. He took a toothpick out of his mouth and used it to point to an empty house, an abandoned doll facedown in the weeds out front. The Lawson couple used to live here, Patton says; the street was named for them. “They’re dead from cancer and stroke.”

He pointed to another property. “Down here is Pat. Her parents died from cancer back there, and now her husband’s sick too.” He turned to a long driveway lined with trees and junk cars. “And this here is my place. Ain’t nobody but me and my old lady left. Everybody dead in my family but me. All of ’em from cancer.”

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