Aunt Grace sniffed. “’Course he’s not takin’ her upstairs. His daddy would roll over in his grave.”
“I’m right here.” My dad waved at her.
“His mamma,” Aunt Mercy corrected.
Aunt Grace sniffed. “’Course he’s not takin’ her upstairs. His daddy would roll over in his grave.”
“I’m right here.” My dad waved at her.
“His mamma,” Aunt Mercy corrected.