“Why, that’s real good thinkin’!” Jessie exclaimed.
“Oh, Mama,” Martha Jane whined, “do we have to talk about civil rights junk? That’s all anybody is talking about these days, and I’m bored enough to drop dead on my head.”
“We gotta discuss it till there ain’t no more reason ta be discussin’ it, little one. But not today. I’m thinkin’ we better protect that hard head o’ yers, so we all better get ta eatin’ on that turkey in there.”
“Yeah,” we said in unison as we headed for the table and settled down for a feast to remember. Martha Jane said grace, and then Jessie dished out huge slabs of juicy turkey as the crowd commented on my centerpiece. Jessie had whipped up a vat of potatoes which was so creamy and rich that I mentioned how I’d be tempted to roll around in them after dinner. Tha
