Anyway, on page 63 there's this wonderful reference to our friend lint:
When she saw the tea trays Aunt-Sister left in the warming kitchen for Cindie to take up, she would drop whatever bit of nastiness she could into the teapot. Dirt off the floor, lint off the rug, spit from her mouth. I told Miss Sarah, stay clear of the tea trays.
Ha ha! Love that!
Do you have a good lint story to share?
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