Hazel rocks herself up from the chair, launching herself on the count of three: “one, two, threeeee,” she grunts. Once she gets her balance, she shuffles to the kitchen to flick on the kettle. Her daughter, Kelly, bought the newfangled electric kettle in April, right after Hazel’s stovetop model boiled dry. She’d been snoozing in […]

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