”Mrs. Bradley laughed and said, “Yes, I was and that Donny could really fuck too. She’s just jealous because he said that he was fucking her too...but that I was the better fuck.”I said, “I can’t believe that Donny was fucking his own mother.”Mrs. Bradley said, “I’ve got proof. He gave me the pictures. Want a copy? Maybe your sister can blackmail her into giving you her ass too. I’d like that. Then you could give her my love. Besides you could tell which of us is really the better fuck.”The. A large and growing collection of white oak barrels built by the cooper and seven men he supervised nearly filled the warehouse next to him. The man showed me the five stills he had all set up saying that he expected to begin brewing the first batches later this week.As I was leaving right after lunch, the town’s women were gathered in our dining room, deciding what they should preserve tomorrow. The consensus seemed to be a large batch of green beans and another of sweet corn. The fresh sweet. We work, strive, and plan for the future. Even my mom had been planning for the future. But for her, that future would never come. I could have been killed in the car accident down south. Fortunately for me, I wasn't. I had been allowed to live for another day.I was once again reminded of just how important life is. If there was one thing I could do in memory of my mother, it was to live my life as fully as I possibly could. As I hurried to my next meeting, I passed one of the secretary's. "Honey, don't waste your breath. I would never question that. However, you hate leaving me and Hannah. I am a good substitute for your mother and Hannah is the daughter you wish you had. And above all, you don't want to leave Alex." First of all, don't talk about my mother. She doesn't give a damn about me and I have realized that it doesn't matter any more." Of course it matters, cherie."Jen went on as if she hadn't heard her. "And who said anything about children? I adore Hannah but I know.