“Terrible headache in afternoon, took Aspergum,” Mrs. Culp began. Even so she went to see a friend and took her to the store with her. “I bought a porterhouse steak for Walter for Sunday dinner. He still feels weak,” she wrote. She sent a letter to sister Else, still staying in Miami, and planted her sweet potatoes in the garden.
A porterhouse steak was …
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