In grade school I was sent home with the chicken pox.
“But I didn’t eat any chicken,” I told Momma in between slobber cries.
When our neighbors, T-Anne and Dr. Garst, heard about my chicken pox they sent over their two children, and then I wasn’t the only one to itch.
The Garsts ...
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