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The Wedding PhotographerChapter 6
It was another hot July Monday in Grenada Mississippi. I sat at the dining room counter top looking out at my view of a cornfield. Someone had carved my tiny lot from a farm. Someday I would find someone who knew the history of this little patch of dirt. It would add to my many unimportant facts, which no one else cared about. Jodie joined me after I had made myself a bowl of cereal with raisins. I had almost never bought cereal until last weekend’s one hundred dollar grocery buying trip...