by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
The two little girls sat on my sofa, carefully going over the various cookie choices. Every week seems to bring a new school fundraiser to my door and the kids in my neighborhood know I’m an easy touch so on some balmy afternoons they’re lined up on my porch. I scan the over-priced candles, greeting cards, and sausages then give everyone an order.