By: Ardis E. Parshall - December 05, 2018 My Third Grandma By Ilene H. Kingsbury (Previous part) Part 2 – Butcher Knife We were children of eight and hungry. We stood about Grandma Morgan’s kitchen and edged to the small, squat cabinet she called a valet, and we looked longingly at three loaves of hot bread. Just to smell them was a challenge in self-control. When she wasn’t looking we ran our hands over the dome of crust, and in e...
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