My sisters and I are on the phone this time of year, remembering.
“Remember Mama’s icebox fruitcake? She’d put it in the vegetable bin so we couldn’t find it.”
I don’t know why she thought she could hide it.
My sisters and I are on the phone this time of year, remembering.
“Remember Mama’s icebox fruitcake? She’d put it in the vegetable bin so we couldn’t find it.”
I don’t know why she thought she could hide it.