Owen, I said. Oh yes-of course! the mortician said, backing away. She told me that both of us should become Episcopalians so that we'd belong to the same church as you-because you were an Episcopalian. Fish, who blushed.
My Aunt Martha was a senior in college, and already engaged to be married, when my mother announced that she wasn't even going to apply for college entrance. (My only female cousin would not benefit from this alumni connection-as you shall see. In Sunday school, when we held Owen up in the air-especially, in the air!-he protested so uniquely. I thought they would think that dressing up in Grandfather's clothes was either baby play, or morbid, or both; or th
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