One of my great-granddaughters—I couldn’t tell them apart for love nor money; I called them both Sugar—pulled her halo off her head and was trying to put it on Davis’s. Davis peeked around it. “Granny, Bianca’s not here yet.” … Read More ›

One of my great-granddaughters—I couldn’t tell them apart for love nor money; I called them both Sugar—pulled her halo off her head and was trying to put it on Davis’s. Davis peeked around it. “Granny, Bianca’s not here yet.” … Read More ›