The porch was dark. The hour was late. The couple sat whispering among
the shadows.
“Mary,” called a voice, “it’s time for you to come in.”
No movement.
“Come in, Mary.”
Still no movement.
He asked: “Don’t you mind your mother?”
“Not unless you do, Jimmy.”
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Here’s Lookin’ Atchew!
Boy—“What is a grass widow?”
Father—“A woman whose husband died with the hay fever.”
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