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granddaughter—" Sarah grabbed a jar of mustard.
"Seventy-nine cents! Can you believe that? Sixty-nine
just yesterday! Orchid, remember how I told you, don't
buy the name brands. They put the exact same junk in
A&P cans—climbed out of a bog so you could pass
your mornings washing out a dwarf 's socks."
She rang up the mustard and backhanded it to Luke
Packer. "And why that Mrs. Troyes couldn't make do
with a nice colored girl instead of sitting on her fanny
while another white woman vacuumed her floor is
something she'll have to try explaining to her Maker.
These tomatoes are green on the bottom, don't buy
anything you can't see all the way around. I guess
Granddad's up in heaven pulling out his hair by the roots
to see you a servant still, while Grandma and the angels
watch in pity. Baby clams?!"
"If it's salary you're talking about, Sarah, I'll have
you know I make more than you do."
Mrs. MacDermott laughed. "Jesus bless us, the holy
blind nuns with their begging cups make more than I
do." She ate three of Sammy Smalter's grapes, then
dropped them into a plastic bag.