by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
No one in our fourth-grade class wanted to sit by Willa Reeder. Her mama came directly from Kentucky and hardly a week passed without us hearing some strange tales of Mrs. Reeder’s strange habits and incantations. But the worst of the lady’s ministrations was when she’d send her children to school in the winter with garlic tied around their necks. Mrs. Reeder claimed