Whoop! Laudy!

Grandmom nabbed the only Breedlove fit to know except the ones she raised. She wed the greatest preacher, tolerated few others. Yet all err. When Pop misspoke he was corrected mid-sermon from the choir loft. She gorged on jalapeños but Coca-Cola burned her throat. Three saccharine tablets to a goblet of tea, squashed in spoon with little finger - pepper coated biscuits... In her closet stacks of sugar sacks insured against the next Great Depression.