"It sat out overnight," she said.
There was a huge Hefty garbage bag right there, and, in my wedding best, a butterfly in black, I dove in. I am my grandmother's granddaughter. I have survived the Great Depression and a lot of littler, not-so-great ones too. Like a lot of my family, I eat compost. I eat garbage.
I hold my grandma's pretty picture to my own puckered lips and whisper to it. "I lied," I say.
She whispers back, "How are the chickens?"
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