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| The Fannie Farmer 1896 Cook Book |
Plans? No big plans. business is slow when regular people are chasing the last cookout before the kiddos go back to school. Me? Leaving early to save on the electric bill.
Then she hammered on the door.
Of all the county agricultural extension offices in all the rural counties in all the world, she has to walk into mine.
“It’s open, don’t break it down” I called. A gorgeous dame, dressed smartly in an interesting shade of green, swooped in.
“Mr. Braeburn I’ve been robbed! They’re destroying everything I’ve worked for-you have to help me!”
“Why don’t you take a deep breath and tell me your name,” I said, motioning her to a chair while abandoning my idea of leaving early.
