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- WHY I LIVE AT THE P.O. I was getting along fine with Mama, Papa-Daddy and Uncle Rondo until my sister StellaRondo just separated from her husband and came back home again.†
- Of course I went with Mr. Whitaker first, when he first appeared here in China Grove, taking "Pose Yourself" photos, and Stella-Rondo broke us up.†
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- Stella-Rondo is exactly twelve months to the day younger than I am and for that reason she's spoiled.†
- Stella-Rondo just calmly takes off this hat, I wish you could see it.†
- ?" says Stella-Rondo, and Mama says, "I heard that, Sister."†
- Stella-Rondo got furious!†
- So the first thing Stella-Rondo did at the table was turn Papa-Daddy against me.†
- Stella-Rondo sat there and made that up while she was eating breast of chicken.†
- But Stella-Rondo says, "Yes, you did say it too.†
- It wasn't five minutes before Uncle Rondo suddenly appeared in the hall in one of Stella-Rondo's flesh-colored kimonos, all cut on the bias, like something Mr. Whitaker probably thought was gorgeous.†
- It wasn't five minutes before Uncle Rondo suddenly appeared in the hall in one of Stella-Rondo's flesh-colored kimonos, all cut on the bias, like something Mr. Whitaker probably thought was gorgeous.†
- Uncle Rondo!†
- "He picked a fine day to do it then," says Uncle Rondo, and before you could say "Jack Robinson" flew out in the yard.†
- Papa-Daddy woke up with this horrible yell and right there without moving an inch he tried to turn Uncle Rondo against me.†
- Oh, he told Uncle Rondo I didn't learn to read till I was eight years old and he didn't see how in the world I ever got the mail put up at the P.O., much less read it all, and he said if Uncle Rondo could only fathom the lengths he had gone to to get me that job!†
- Oh, he told Uncle Rondo I didn't learn to read till I was eight years old and he didn't see how in the world I ever got the mail put up at the P.O., much less read it all, and he said if Uncle Rondo could only fathom the lengths he had gone to to get me that job!†
- And he said on the other hand he thought Stella-Rondo had a brilliant mind and deserved credit for getting out of town.†
- All the time he was just lying there swinging as pretty as you please and looping out his beard, and poor Uncle Rondo was pleading with him to slow down the hammock, it was making him as dizzy as a witch to watch it.†
- So Uncle Rondo was too dizzy to get turned against me for the time being.†
- Just then I heard Stella-Rondo raising the upstairs window.†
- Uncle Rondo and Papa-Daddy didn't even look up, but kept right on with what they were doing.†
- I says, "What in the wide world's the matter, Stella-Rondo?†
- I see Uncle Rondo trying to run Papa-Daddy out of the hammock," I says.†
- Don't you notice anything different about Uncle Rondo?" asks Stella-Rondo.†
- Don't you notice anything different about Uncle Rondo?" asks Stella-Rondo.†
- Never mind, you won't be found dead in it, because it happens to be part of my trousseau, and Mr. Whitaker took several dozen photographs of me in it," says Stella-Rondo.†
- What on earth could Uncle Rondo mean by wearing part of my trousseau out in the broad open daylight without saying so much as 'Kiss my foot,' knowing I only got home this morning after my separation and hung my negligee up on the bathroom door, just as nervous as I could be?†
- I simply declare that Uncle Rondo looks like a fool in it, that's all," she says.†
- I stood up for Uncle Rondo, please remember.†
- And I said to Stella-Rondo, "I think I would do well not to criticize so freely if I were you and came home with a two-year-old child I had never said a word about, and no explanation whatever about my separation."†
- "I asked you the instant I entered this house not to refer one more time to my adopted child, and you gave me your word of honor you would not," was all Stella-Rondo would say, and started pulling out every one of her eyebrows with some cheap Kress tweezers.†
- Not very good for your Uncle Rondo in his precarious condition, I must say.†
- I says, "Well, Stella-Rondo had better thank her lucky stars it was her instead of me came trotting in with that very peculiar-looking child.†
- If you had I would of been just as overjoyed to see you and your little adopted girl as I was to see Stella-Rondo, when you wound up with your separation and came on back home.†
- I says, "Why, Mama, Stella-Rondo had her just as sure as anything in this world, and just too stuck up to admit it."†
- "I believed to my soul he drank chemicals" And without another word she marches to the foot of the stairs and calls Stella-Rondo.†
- Stella-Rondo?†
- Stella-Rondo!†
- "What?" says Stella-Rondo from upstairs.†
- Stella-Rondo says, "Can she what?"†
- So Stella-Rondo yells back, "Who says she can't talk?†
- "You didn't have to tell me, I know whose word of honor don't mean a thing in this house," says Stella-Rondo.†
- "Not only talks, she can tap-dance!" calls Stella-Rondo.†
- Run upstairs this instant and apologize to Stella-Rondo and Shirley-T. Apologize for what?†
- Stella-Rondo hadn't done a thing but turn her against me from upstairs while I stood there helpless over the hot stove.†
- So that made Mama, Papa-Daddy and the baby all on Stella-Rondo's side.†
- Next, Uncle Rondo.†
- I must say that Uncle Rondo has been marvelous to me at various times in the past and I was completely unprepared to be made to jump out of my skin, the way it turned out.†
- Once Stella-Rondo did something perfectly horrible to him-broke a chain letter from Flanders Field— and he took the radio back he had given her and gave it to me.†
- Stella-Rondo was furious!†
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