Page 23 - Super Cowboy Rides Again

When I told Grandma I was done, she looked at
her watch. “Goodness! Is it really that late? My how
the time flies.”

I thought the day had just crept by, but I didn’t say
so.

We went into the house, and Grandma pulled out
an icy pitcher of lemonade. She produced some
homemade whole-wheat bread from her bread drawer.
It was thick and brown and had a rich smell. She
slathered butter on one slice and some mayonnaise on
the other and put a slice of bologna between them.
When the cold lemonade slid down my dry throat, I
thought there couldn’t be anything in the world as good.

We sat in the shade on the deck and enjoyed our
lunch. Grandma made me two more sandwiches and
poured me another glass of lemonade. “Goodness, you
are definitely a growing boy!” she exclaimed.

Although Grandma had planned to have me help

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