Mammaw Speck began calling the extended family and I looked up the names and numbers of folks to be notified. Then, feeling about as useful as the hind tit on a boar hog, I starting drawing.
Once all the phone calls were finished Mammaw Speck started cooking. Here in the South we are hardwired to cook when somebody dies. It's a biological imperative.
Usually the funeral cooking gets delivered to the family. Since we *were* the family, we ate the pie. All of it.
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