It was another cold day in Tampa, and Mrs. Culp, who had not slept well because of neuralgia in her head and face, kept the oven on in the kitchen until noon. (Alas, poor sister Else could not do the same. She called to say her oven wasn’t working.)
She received the announcement of the marriage of a friend’s daughter, as well as a letter from sister Trud…
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