Mrs Graves
MRSGRAVESBy: counterparts199; part 1?What?s up, Mister Askins?? I asked the barber. He was sweeping the winter dirt off of the shop porch.?Looks like you could still use a sit, Joe,? he teased back. To Mister Askins I seemed a deserter, my hair having grown a little since the better economic conditions of fall.?Hi there, Mrs. Graves,? I said after walking on a piece, and past the town?s cornerstone plantation house. She didn?t answer. Mrs. Graves was pruning her roses because she?d grumped...