Reposted by Jey Sushil
“The jeep came at odd times, late in the nights. My father would get his khaki pants on and walk out holding his shirt. ‘Breakdown. I must go.’”
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Mortar and Pestle - Pittsburgh Review of Books
One of my vivid childhood memories is of a roaring jeep and someone calling my father’s Jha…oye…. welder Jhaaaa!
