Fiction | January 01, 1988

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Ruby, who was married to Mother’s Uncle Bubba, stood in her stocking feet five foot ten inches, with masses of red hair and a pompadour that increased her stature to six feet when she sucked in her stomach, squared her shoulders and leveled her chin at the world.  Her world was a small one, but it had all the ingredients needed for love and glory and backbiting and the like.

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