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“Honey, we want you to know you’re welcome. It’s not that you ain’t welcome.” Susan’s aunt pulled at a hank of stringy hair and nodded at her husband.. Susan thought she caught him looking at her pussy. Though she hadn’t seen Uncle Tom since she was a child, this surprised her. She rubbed her sweaty hands together and smiled thinly. Her bag was between her feet where she sat at the big round breakfast table. Yes, he was looking at her pussy! Susan pretended not to notice. Her Aunt Rita was twisting her mouth into something half-smile, half-frown.
“The thing is that it’s just plain tough for farmers nowadays. What with the gov’ment all fouled up and the monopolies taking over it puts a squeeze on folks like us. Ain’t that right, Thomas?”
“Sure, sure.” He licked his lips, grinned at Susan. “But Susan’s not gonna mind helping out.”
Susan nodded eagerly. “Oh, no! I’ll help! I’ll do anything needs to be done and I’m a fast learner!” Her aunt looked about to bust out all over with smiling.
“I told you she’d just be fine, Tom.” She reached out a work-gnarled hand and took Susan’s. “And I was awful sorry to hear about your ma getting sent up to Norman, honey. I hope your father knows what his running off like that did to her.”
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