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I keep Nigella’s sheep close.
As I stood in line wondering where I would end up - the ‘good’ person vault or the ‘liars’ vault - I notice my brother helping direct the lines. Problem was, my brother died in ‘17. He was also a woodchuck.
Years later I received a package from him addressed to “Mr. A. Tindell”. I had married recently and took her name, as was customary, so I hadn’t been recognized as Mr. Tindell in a while. He had horrible handwriting.
