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           Shesawhimstandingthere,openedthescreendoorforhim,kissedhisbrow,brushedhispalehairbackfromhiseyes,lookedhimstraightoninthefacetoseeifthefeverhadfallentoashesand,seeingthatithad,wenton,singing,toherwork.

           Grandma,hehadoftenwantedtosay,Isthiswheretheworldbegan?Forsurelyithadbeguninnootherthanaplacelikethis.Thekitchen,withoutdoubt,wasthecenterofcreation,allthingsrevolvedaboutit;itwasthepedimentthatsustainedthetemple.

           Eyesshuttolethisnosewander,hesnuffeddeeply.Hemovedinthehell-firesteamsandsuddenbaking-powderflurriesofsnowinthismiraculousclimatewhereGrandma,withthelookoftheIndiesinhereyesandthefleshoftwofirmwarmhensinherbodice,Grandmaofthethousandarms,shook,basted,whipped,beat,minced,diced,peeled,wrapped,salted,stirred.

           Blind,hetouchedhiswaytothepantrydoor.Asquealoflaughterrangfromtheparlor,teacupstinkled.Buthemovedonintothecoolunderwatergreenandwild-persimmoncountrywheretheslungandhangingodorofcreamybananasripenedsilentlyandbumpedhishead.Gnatsfittedangrilyaboutvinegarcruetsandhisears.

           Heopenedhiseyes.Hesawbreadwaitingtobecutintoslicesofwarmsummercloud,doughnutsstrewnlikeclownhoopsfromsomeediblegame.Thefaucetsturnedonandoffinhischeeks.Hereontheplum-shadowedsideofthehousewithmapleleavesmakingacreek-waterrunninginthehotwindatthewindowhereadspice-cabinetnames.

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