Mom took the package and gave it to Aunt Cass. “I’ve been meaning to give you this for a long time.”
“You shouldn’t waste your money on me,” my great-aunt declared.
Aunt Cass unwrapped the package. Inside was a wooden toy—a sort of cup on a stick with a ball connected to it by a leather cord. She stared at it without saying a word, then deftly flipped the ball into the cup. “I don’t understand,” she said, turning to gaze at Mom. “Why did you bring this to me?”
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