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Elise poured milk over her Frosty Os, picked up the bowl and carried it over to the kitchen table, where her mom was eating the grits and eggs that her Aunt Sara had cooked for everyone, except her and Rachel. Sitting next to her mom, she smiled weakly before having her first spoonful.
“Look at you all.” Aunt Sara looked at each of them in turn. “This is your last day here. Let’s make it a good one, shall we? It’s the last day of the fair, and we have the race to look forward to, don’t forget.” She kicked Uncle Charlie under the table.
“Yeah, how about I cook us off some hotdogs and burgers when we get back, hmm?” Her Uncle Charlie waited for a reply, but when one didn’t come, he added, “I’m sure he’ll come to his senses, Elise.”
She nodded. “Maybe.” Elise tried to smile for her unc
