Chocolate Sauce with Bits - by Amy Whitmore
“I have to go wee wee!” announces my little sister to our Thanksgiving table, crystal, sterling silver, candlelight, white linen tablecloth. She is six. I am thirteen. We sit on one side of the oval cherry table that our mother has expertly, sensually, refinished, our three brothers across from us.
She starts…
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