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96 f r o m t e n t m a k i n g g r a c e There is an eruptive quality on mother’s side. One Thanksgiving my cousin Tom Lamar was asked to say grace, which was a joke since Tom was way too religious for church and so began, May the big pumpkin eat the little pumpkin and all the buzzards left of the river descend to the leafball nest in the willow tree where sparrow lice are waiting for the squirrel to return, praise be. Aunt Edith adds quietly, Thankyee Jesus, and everyone sits down deadpan until Sally’s small one, Mary, says Can I open my eyes? ...

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