Paw wanted a younger wife and didn’t care how he went about getting one. When he come home and took his belt to Maw for the third night running, me and Elmer weighed in. We took our hidden money and walked into town. Brung home the ingredients for grandmaw’s special cake and put them on the kitchen table in front of Ma.
She nodded and set to work.
Paw come home moody, but the cake sweetened him up. He guzzled slice after slice until his moustache was thick and stiff with icing.
About as stiff as his body next morning…
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