Susan pulled a sandwich out of the cloth bag that was wrapped in wax paper that was wax paper at one time. Now it was a ball of wax. Susan removed the hard homemade bread somewhat shaped sandwich. She started to eat it and Edie asked her what was in it. Susan replied what it was every day. Pork and lard. Edie said let me see it. Susan showed her. There it was. Pork, not cooked all the way and a big spoon full of lard on each side of the bread. "Do you like this?"
"Well, no, I scrape off the lard," Susan replied.
"Who makes your lunch?"
"Kathrine does." Well, Kathrine was simpleminded.
"I don't want you to eat pork unless it is well done. It's not safe. You hear me?"
"Oh, mommy," Susan half crying.
"God, will I be glad when we get away from this place," Edie said as she turned her chair around like she was going to climb that hill by herself. All she accomplished was spinning her wheels and making a mess out of the sides of her wheelchair with mud.
"Well, no, I scrape off the lard," Susan replied.
"Who makes your lunch?"
"Kathrine does." Well, Kathrine was simpleminded.
"I don't want you to eat pork unless it is well done. It's not safe. You hear me?"
"Oh, mommy," Susan half crying.
"God, will I be glad when we get away from this place," Edie said as she turned her chair around like she was going to climb that hill by herself. All she accomplished was spinning her wheels and making a mess out of the sides of her wheelchair with mud.
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