“When our arms were sore from pounding sugar, Mother used to say that she finally understood why folks measured the stuff in pounds.” I smiled at the memory.
“Yes, that sounds like something my little sister would say,” Prissy replied. “Caroline had a clever wit. She made me laugh all the time. I do miss that.”
“So do I.” I tried, without success, to picture Prissy laughing at all, let alone “all the time.”
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