The color rose to my face. Clearly Miss Love didn’t understand. Despite she wasn’t exactly a Yankee, she was from way north of Cold Sassy. Before I could change the subject, she said, “Queenie uses an old knife and fork at your house, too, doesn’t she, Will? And always washes them and her pan and her jar last—just before the dog and cat dishes? That’s the custom, isn’t it?” “Queenie doesn’t care what she eats out of, Miss Love. No more’n she cares if pot licker runs off of the turnip salad and soaks her biscuits, or if the cream gravy gets all over her mashed sweet potatoes. She likes usin’ a
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