By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 19, 2013 From the Relief Society Magazine, April 1949 – Thunderstorm By Mary Ek Knowles Myra reached for the paper shopping bag that hung on the hook by the stove. She heard the kitchen door creak as it swung open and she knew, without turning around, that Bob was standing in the doorway. Her hand closed tight over the twine handle. She shut her eyes and thought, if he says, “Going somewhere, baby?” I�...
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