In her own words...
Bruce Hill Florence is wife, mother, grandmother, college administrator, church elder, board member, community volunteer. She loves to cook and burns only about half what she puts on the stove, reads everything including the shampoo bottles lining the tub, was reared in the mountains of
None of us spotted the cloud of dust rising down the county road. Fleetie’s cheeks were flushed a rosy pink and every foot on the porch was keeping steady time. Mother gathered up an armful of the long strings to drape over the clothes line.
The cloud of dust moved onto the straight stretch leading to the little cluster of houses at the crossing. Pearl’s truck slammed to a stop in front of the house catching us by surprise. He was mean drunk. My stomach twisted with dread at the look of him.
“By God, what do we have here?”
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