Lord help it, if there is a better meal than grouper, black eyed peas, greens, and fruit salad, I don't think I even want to know about it. You could conquer the world on a diet like that. Or at least conquer a swamp, which is what happened in Florida. That was a Ma Baxter Easter meal for sure.
"Hey, ol' Ma," he said at the door. "I like you, Ma."
"You and them hounds and all the rest o' the stock," she said. "Mighty lovin' on a empty belly and me with a dish in my hand."
"That's the way you're purtiest," he said, and grinned.
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Yep. I've gone from being Marmee to being Ma Baxter. I knew this day would come.
Well, as a family I'd say we might be a little closer to the the Forresters than the Marches. Which would put us right in there with the Baxters, so there you go.
And ain't none of my kids ever cursed me at the table, either.
Lord, no. No matter how foolish we get otherwise.
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