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A Taste Chapter 8
When she did that I was usually being disciplined so I was resisting going to her bed. Mom was shaking me. She said, “Timothy Ivan wake up. We have chores to do.” There weren’t nearly as many chores to do as there used to be since before dad left he had sold the cows and butchered most of the chickens. We only had the pigs and a half dozen laying hens so as I checked to see that the chickens had not fowled their water and gave them some feed, mom slopped the sow. We were done and...