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"I want lots, and lots, and lots of breakfast!"
Doanie was back before the butter in my biscuits had melted
and before I'd tasted my strips of fried salt meat. She pushed
the kitchen door shut and came straight to the cook stove,
wringing her hands together and saying, "Chile, this is the
coldest day the Lawd done made!" Doanie blew her breath on her
fingers and kept rubbing her hands. She held them up over the
steam coming from the teakettle.
As soon as Doanie's hands got warm and limbered up, Mama told
her to help me wash my face. Doanie poured lots of water in the
wash pan, and I thought for a second or two she was going to
scrub my ears off. Finally, she gave my face one last swipe and
emptied the pan of soapy water out the back door.
"Now. That does hit. Dry yourself off good. You looks clean
as a kitten with a fresh-licked face!"
The minute Doanie got my mittens and wraps on me, I ran out
to climb in the buggy. Sun Boy had already loaded on the
stovewood and had stacked it all the way up to the back of the
seat.
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