Couldn’t believe there really were stars, she said. She hasn’t been right ever since that skinny, pimply Germaine Johnson flipped her off his shoulders in the pool at the Oppenheimer’s house when she was fifteen and her head hit bottom and she said she saw stars and yellow lights. But how else could one find anything in there? Frozen meat wrapped in butcher paper always worked its way to the bottom beneath the field peas and string beans and frozen figs. The night chilled her face, leaving the tip of her nose and her ear lobes as tingly as when she immersed them too long in the kitchen deep freeze. Hattie Louise Cooper pushed a wisp of gray hair from her cheek and curled it behind her ear. I’m telling you, Henry honey, our girl doesn’t have the sense God gave a billy goat. Who have faithfully kept me company long into the nights With special thanks to family and friends All places, behaviors, and incidents are likewise products of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally throughout. The lone exception is the inclusion of an eccentric frog-chasing female, who has unequivocally and enthusiastically given full permission to be captured in printed word as found within these pages.
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