Friday, May 10, 2024

Sundresses and cotton slacks

   It was Daddy's idea.  The world had had a hard year.  No sense dragging it all onto Mother's Day.  Crispy, cozy, casual.  No sense looking like the country's politics had been frontlines of a civil war.  Chicken and corn and tomatoes.  And fold the paper napkins nice.

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