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"Well, darlin'.
In this family, you'll soon find out that the women do all the work and
the men do all the play. Isn't that right, Louise?" The kitchen erupted in a chorus of shrill cackles, all while the two aunts didn't miss a beat in their meal preparation, slicing this and stirring that as they talked in Maggie's direction |
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All the aunts in
the family were gathered in the bright, spacious kitchen, clanging pots,
flitting about, and chirping like a nest of hungry birds. Between all
the gossiping and laughing, they were cooking more food than Maggie had
ever seen in one place. She felt awkward just standing in the corner watching everyone rush around her, but she knew she probably wouldn't be much help. |
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