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Aunt
Rose
took
a
wrapped
gift
from
behind
her
back
.
Grandma
opened
it
.
"
A
cookbook
!
"
she
cried
.
She
let
it
drop
on
the
table
.
"
I
don
’
t
need
one
of
those
!
A
handful
of
this
,
a
pinch
of
that
,
a
thimbleful
of
something
else
is
all
I
ever
use
—
"
"
I
’
ll
help
you
market
,
"
said
Aunt
Rose
.
"
And
while
we
’
re
at
it
,
I
been
noticing
your
glasses
,
Grandma
.
You
mean
to
say
you
been
going
around
all
these
years
peering
through
spectacles
like
those
,
with
chipped
lenses
,
all
kind
of
bent
?
How
do
you
see
your
way
around
without
falling
flat
in
the
flour
bin
?
We
’
re
taking
you
right
down
for
new
glasses
.
"
And
off
they
marched
,
Grandma
bewildered
,
on
Rose
’
s
elbow
,
into
the
summer
afternoon
.
They
returned
with
groceries
,
new
glasses
,
and
a
hairdo
for
Grandma
.
Grandma
looked
as
if
she
had
been
chased
around
town
.
She
gasped
as
Rose
helped
her
into
the
house
.
"
There
you
are
,
Grandma
.
Now
you
got
everything
where
you
can
find
it
.
Now
you
can
see
!
"
"
Come
on
,
Doug
,
"
said
Grandfather
.
"
Let
’
s
take
a
walk
around
the
block
and
work
up
an
appetite
.
This
is
going
to
be
a
night
in
history
.
One
of
the
best
darned
suppers
ever
served
,
or
I
’
ll
eat
my
vest
.
"
Suppertime
.
Smiling
people
stopped
smiling
.
Douglas
chewed
one
bit
of
food
for
three
minutes
,
and
then
,
pretending
to
wipe
his
mouth
,
lumped
it
in
his
napkin
.
He
saw
Tom
and
Dad
do
the
same
.
People
swashed
the
food
together
,
making
roads
and
patterns
,
drawing
pictures
in
the
gravy
,
forming
castles
of
the
potatoes
,
secretly
passing
meat
chunks
to
the
dog
.
