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| A screen door slammed in the distance, and Maggie looked up from the pile to see one of the uncles ambling towards them. He was clad in waist high rubber pants, clutching a pair of what looked to Maggie like black rain galoshes. As he approached them, Maggie noticed a plastic bottle of dark amber liquid in his other hand. |  |
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 A few of the cousins ran up to meet him, grabbing on tight to his legs and wrapping themselves around him. He never stopped walking. "Hey Uncle Pete. Where you going?" they called up at him. "I'm getting your Grandma some fresh milk for her famous whipped cream." The children bounded off his legs and ran toward the group, chattering excitedly at the prospect of whipped cream and its natural extension, pie. "Hi, uh, Pete. I'm Maggie." She extended her right hand towards his. Instead of a shake, he handed her the galoshes. "I know. I saw you before. Ever milked a cow, Maggie?" He was already striding toward the barn. "Then, c'mon." More.. |
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