She was standin’ there in her tight blue jeans and T-shirt. I love the way her thick wavy black hair falls halfway down her back. Despite our boys’ best efforts, she still has all of her hair, unlike me. Judgin’ from her outfit, she was plannin’ to head out to the farm and tend to the hens, gather some eggs, and spend some time with her pet turkey. Lawd, how I do hate that turkey. Although, I have no doubt he’d be good eatin’.
Darla must’ve heard me thinkin’ about dinner time with her turkey. She turned around, lookin’ annoyed, and said, “Are you just going to stand there, or can you get the plates ready for me?”
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