Aunt Cass stared at me, then nodded emphatically. “George, I think you’ve been properly introduced to Penncroft Farm now!”
Mom put an arm around each of us and said, in an obvious attempt to change the subject, “Let’s go eat some of Cass’s pasties—good old colonial meat pies.”
“And we’ll wash down the pasties with some ice-cold squash!” Aunt Cass said, giving Mom a wink.
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