“And we’ll wash down the pasties with some ice-cold squash!” Aunt Cass said, giving Mom a wink.
“Wash it down with ice-cold squash?” I squeaked. “That sounds disgusting!” I hated squash almost as much as peas.
“Relax,” Mom laughed. “Squash is a kind of punch made of orange juice and lemonade, or the juice from some other squashed fruit. The Founding Fathers were all big squash fans.”
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