Just walking from my car to the Pig and Whistle set sweat popping out all over my body, so the cool air inside the grocery store was a blessing. I stood by the shopping carts, holding out the bottom of my cotton blouse and gently fanning the cloth to dry my damp skin. “Sherri!” I turned at the sound of the familiar voice. “Bitty!” Bitty got her name because her husband, Davis, said she was just a little bitty thing when they met. Not anymore. It had been a long time since she was even normal size. I flew into her open arms, breathing in the soft smell of vanilla talc that always surrounded Bitty. “I’ve been meaning to call.” “Yes, yes, Lovey, I know,” Bitty soothed away my lapse, always ready to forgive and make excuses for my failings. “Things just get so busy, don’t they?” We braved the heat to make for the restaurant a few doors away.
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