January 26, 2018
David M. Booher
A coughing fit seized Jamie Landreau as he climbed out of his mother’s SUV. The humid air slammed into him, twisting his lungs. He dug out his inhaler and took a drag.
“You okay, honey?” his mother asked from the driver’s seat.
“Fine,” he said, red-faced, trying to catch his breath.
She rummaged through the pockets of his back...
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