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“I never imagined your mother……….THAT way.” Miss Sweat, my junior high school English teacher, speared a bite of her hot fudge sundae. “I’d always imagined her as the epitome of Southern grace and decorum.”

“Ha,” I muttered under my breath.

“What?”

“Nothing! Um……..you were saying……..about my mother………”Continue Reading