Late for Supper

“The sun was already setting by the time she got back. Crap! Now she was going to get an earfull. Grammy Nurice had been a curser back in her day, and knew how to conducted a doozy of a lecture. As Annas paddled closer to to the house, she could already hear the high pitched sound of Grammy’s nasally voice as she banged the pots about in the kitchen. “Where’s that wretch?! The blossoms is about to close up for the night, and she ain’t here to help my crooked knees!” – Emily Kinney

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