"Everybody was lined up to get some meat, and your mom kind of snuck around the other end and asked for the end piece," my brother-in-law says at the end of the night. The kid has been put to sleep, the dishes all washed, the leftovers gathered up and resting in their plastic beds in the fridge. "I gave it to her, and she said, 'Now everybody can have whatever they want.'"
"She's sweet," my sister says thoughtfully.
One year ago today: What Good Are You?
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Three years ago today: Tales from High School
Six years ago today: 11/24/10 Who really runs this joint.