Grampa said, “They was two ways a thinkin’. Some folks use’ ta figger that a preacher was poison luck.’’ Tom said, “This fella says he ain’t a preacher no more.’’ Grampa waved his hand back and forth. “Once a fella’s a preacher, he’s always a preacher. That’s somepin you can’t get shut of. They was some folks figgered it was a good respectable thing to have a preacher along. Ef somebody died, preacher buried ’em. Weddin’ come due, or overdue, an’ there’s your preacher. Baby come, an’ you got a christener right under the roof. Me, I always said they was preachers an’ preachers. Got to pick ’em.
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