"They won't even know you, gal! You've got so big!
Pa, I'll let you and Ma know if I hear any more from Jodie."
Mama didn't put me down till we got out to our front porch.
Then she let me slide to the top doorstep, and she sank down on
the plank beside me.
"Mama, what're we gonna do?"
"Well, tomorrow I'll send for Doanie and Bett to come sweep
the yard from front to back. They'll have to have new dogwood
brush brooms. And just before your big brothers get in, I'll have
Huldie up here helping me bake plenty of cakes and pies."
"Mama?"
"Yes?"
"When we get to Heaven, can we have cake and pie every day?"
"Why, I don't know! Maybe! It's gonna be sorta like Heaven
right here when Clyde and Walker come home. But, my, I've got
work ahead. I'll have to catch a dozen or so young pullets and
roosters and coop them up to fatten. We'll need piles of fried
chicken. I hope your papa will have Black Idd get a good-sized
shoat ready to butcher so I'll have fresh hams to boil. Or, if it
would just turn cold enough, we could have hog killing.
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