Hattie says
On Sunday afternoons, my grandmother and I would sit and listen to this old scratched Dinah Washington record that she had. The audio wasn't very good, but I can still remember my mema leaning her head back and swaying to the music. While we listened, she would tell me this one story about how she missed a Dinah Washington concert because she passed out at work the day of the concert. She was about to leave the department store for the day when it happened. Her boss called a doctor over, and he ordered my grandmother to rest for the next few days.
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