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51 • MiSS MArTHA MEETS EuLAuLAH When Donny walked her through my front door, I held my tongue. What kind of name is Eulaulah anyhow? She smiled, extended her hand, skin too soft for work. They sipped iced tea like humming birds on honeysuckle, made goo goo eyes, thought I couldn’t see. Donny took her hand, led her to my piano & played “It Is Well With My Soul.” Then she sang. That girl’s all right with me. ...

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