Katie After the girls have told the men in my family everything that they know, I take them into the kitchen to where my mother awaits with loads of food at the ready. They sit down at the table and look at the food as if they had never seen anything like it before. My mom made them fried chicken, salted ham, buttermilk biscuits, scrambled eggs with spinach and cheese, buttered toast, hashbrown potatoes, and pepper gravy. She pours tall glasses of various drinks, such as chocolate milk, white milk, water, and orange juice for them to grab what they want. She even pours a few mugs of coffee. “Here you go, ladies,” Mom says as she passes out plates and forks to them. “Please help yourselves to whatever you want. Just dig in.” “Thank you.” The one with the curly brown hair says to my mother. “Oh honey, it's no trouble. Just make yourselves at home.” Mama gives them a friendly smile and two out of four girls return it. The curly brown-haired one and the one with long blonde hair. Th
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