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Josie
I stared at Dean as he pushed his glasses up on his nose while reading the seemingly-unending directions for putting the new crib together. “Why don’t you say ayuh, instead of yes?”
The question must have seemed like it came out of left field because Dean froze and gave me a strange look.
Deciding I needed to clarify a bit, I said, “You’ve lived here all your life. Everyone else that grew up in Downeast Maine says ayah, but you say yes. Why is that?”
Dean set the instruction booklet aside and sat down with his long legs crossed on the floor in front of the rocking chair where I was seated. “Don’t you remember when you first arrived here?”
At my questioning look, he forged on. “You told me that it was like we had a different version of English here than what people spoke in t
