“I know he’s not really that gruff,” I said. “But it’s so rude.” Flo didn’t answer, and acted like washing the dinner forks to have them for cake was a job of the most importance. I started drying and stacking them. “I mean, I don’t have money, but he just tossed my card and didn’t even read the poem.” “Girl, please,” she said, as brusque as anything. “Daddy can’t read or write.”
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