Pa appeared at grandma’s and grabbed Effie from the yard. He dragged her onto a slow moving northbound train and quelled her objections with a heavy clout. It was her good luck that he met two of his drinking buddies in the box car, and one of them had a jug of rotgut whisky.
She slipped off the train at the Springfield crossing and as she sat waiting for the next southbound she heard the sound of a familiar truck.
It was grandma, in her rusty old Holden, come after Pa with a ten gauge and murder in her heart .
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