"Three weeks after Granny Blakeslee died, Grandpa came to our house for his early morning snort of whiskey, as usual, and said to me, "Will Tweedy? Go find yore mama, then run up to yore Aunt Loma's and tell her I said git down here. I got something to say. And I ain't a-go'n say it but once't."
Cold Sassy Tree
Olive Ann Burns