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Mamma Jade

Opening Lines:

Mamma Jade wasn’t really my mother; in fact she was old enough to not really be my grandmother either. That’s just what everybody called her, from us children to the pickers, the sorters, and even Mister Mike who ran the Orchard. Now, years after those balmy summer days I can still picture her sitting in front of the White House, children all around her hanging on her every word. Oh how I miss the sound of her voice, so rich and dark and full of mischief.

Word Count: 1991
Written: c 1992



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