"Gramma!" Sarah burst in as always, hair to the wind, smile arcing,flowers in her clutched fist.
"Hi Sah." Betty put on her brightest smile and used the abbreviated moniker that Sarah had hung upon herself. Allan followed the small girl into the kitchen. Betty knew that anyone else would have received a lecture on refraining from "baby talk."
This was one benefit of being Grandmother.
"Well, here's her bag...Sarah, be good for Gramma or I'll feed you to the pigs."
"O.K. Daddy, Gramma where are you vases?"
"Those are purple vetch , and these yellow ones are brown eyed susans"
"I know, my daddy told me. Gramma...what's a bloody army worm?"
"An army worm is an insect that moves in huge groups eating everything in their path"
"Will it eat my kitty, Gramma ? Is it bloody from a cow, Gramma? Are they coming here?"
"Army worms only eat plants Sarah , not pets or people and unhappily it seems that they will come here."
"Lina,Lina take me to the latrina..."
Tannis let out a massive burp and her starboard crewmate looked up from the mayhem of mangled barley still chewing vigorously.
"You better chow down babygirl; we got to move out before long and I don't want to have to carry your sorry backside because you never ate a hearty breakfast."
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