First Sentence Friday!
Here we go!
My diary was my best friend, until I gave it up as key evidence against Uncle Ray.
When I went and got Mama in that mess with Daddy and Granny Dupree, my way of making up for it was to cover up what she’d done.
I was extra careful around Mama, responding to every request with “yes ma’am,” and “no ma’am,” until she finally got irritated and said, “Stop being so damn polite! I’m your mother not some stranger!”
Mama’s arrival in Alabama in 1956 was like someone went and steered her wrong, but she didn’t know it until it was too late.
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