By the time I was a teenager, though, Mom had gotten a job in Boston, and I was given permission to come in and visit her
When I was a young girl, going shopping in Boston was a rare thing. It meant going “into Town”, which to my mind seemed light years away from the suburb of Saugus where I grew up. It involved planning which bus and then train to take, and had my mother going through the unenviable task of corralling two pre-teen girls (myself and my younger sister) and keeping us from wandering off while she shopped.
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