The fact is, I gave her more credit. I readily believed in the make believe mother/sister/princess/Queen/preacher/root worker/know-it-all-godhead she created and re-created every day.
Very unlike my brothers, I knew to never trust her completely.
Did granddaddy know? He must have. Why else did he put that Bible in my hand just as soon as he heard I could read.
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