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"So," Brandon said cheerfully "What’s for dinner, dear?"

Chapter 3

"Whoa…who pissed in your oat, sweetie?"

I turned froister drawer shut to see e, oddly shaped piece of wood I moved quickly out from behind the counter to take it fro to avoid her question

"It’s a quilt hanger rack thingy," she replied with a s smile

"Is that the technical ter a smart ass on purpose

I leaned over to kiss her cheek and laid the rack across the counter to check it out It was a decent piece, no cracks or splinters, so I went back behind the counter to get a tag for it beforeit to the back counter out of the way I’d find so, I spied h a rack of old ro you like, Mohed and shook her head, turning around to look at me "Nah…who needs rorinned atup n for ‘Stop! Don’t say another word!’

"TMI, Moed "Just out and about, thought I’d stop by on the way to your grandparent’s house And I wanted to drop that off, see if you could sell it Bernice next door brought it over to et over there You kno they are…" she rolled her eyes and blew out a breath

I laughed at her "Yes, I kno they are, and we all coain?"

Morandmother; she’s cantankerous sometimes, hence the na aids down and nod when she says so to him He seeo to Sunday breakfast with Emma’s family yesterday?" Mom asked

"No, Jan and Ben took off to visit Jan’s sister in Texas on the spur of the moment," I replied

Mom cocked her head and et to eat breakfast yesterday? You should have come see us! I would have cooked for you"