One who, on a dreary Sunday morning, is capable of announcing, “How about we have johnnycake (cornbread, for you non-Easterners) and bacon for supper tonight, after the meeting?”
Then – this is the really amazing part – she actually makes it. Yes. We had hot johnnycake, slathered with butter, and bacon for Sunday dinner.
I don’t deserve her, I really don’t.
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