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from Frienemies by Aleta Kay

Copyright © 2017–2020 Aleta Kay Dye

Chapter Sixty-One

Fawn was home with Nana for the weekend. It was the first time she had seen the new house after completion. It was still a two-story house, but it was larger than the one previous. The fireplace was wider and deeper, the chimney more solid. There were two large metal hooks set in the brick chimney which stuck out over the grate. They were sturdy enough to hold cast iron kettles for cooking when one did not feel like waiting for the old cast iron stove to get hot enough. It would be more convenient if all Fawn and Nana wanted was a pot of chili, beef stew, or potato soup.

The living room was larger. The men had built in shelves on which to set any books, photos, or mementos that may be newly accumulated. The mantle above the fireplace was the resting spot for the new coffee cups which had been provided by the neighbors. No one ever told Nana or Fawn what items had been donated by which friends.

Fawn ran her hand lovingly over each item, tears of gratitude leaving trails on her cheeks. Nana stood beside her, her left arm hugging Fawn to her. After a few moments Nana led her into the kitchen. Fawn’s mouth was open but no words came forth. She blinked twice to make sure she wasn’t seeing an illusion. The neighbors, or whoever had done this work, had put in a large sink with a spigot. The water came through an iron pipe that ran from the spigot to the hand pump ten feet away from the back of the house. They would still have to use a wash basin to do dishes so the water could be dumpe...






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