"Why do we call you Black-Headed Grandma? Your hair is all grey!"
Ettis May smiled down at her great granddaughter, sitting beside her on the polka dot chenille couch. The preschooler had been happily coloring beside her while her parents, Ettis' grandson and his wife, sipped sweet tea and chatted about christenings and garden cucumbers and Cousin
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