“Lucille’s back,” Frankie declared from outside, “And she’s got antlers!”
I was sitting on my nice new floor, making herbal pouches of pine needles, sassafras, and cherry tree bark as Christmas presents for all my friends and neighbors. The combination had worked so well with Gracie, maybe it’d work for them too.
I glanced up, “Did she grow them?” I called out.
“Nah,” my brothers brought in a thoroughly mortified Lucille, “Someone stuck them to her head.” - Excerpt from Surviving Matewan