Aunt Charlene’s Garden

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I liked to go over to my Aunt Charlene’s house, and watch her work in thegarden. She seemed to work out there quite a bit, and one day, I was there allday with her, from early morning until late in the afternoon. Wearing only ahalter top, it wasn’t long after she quit and took a bath that I noticed how red she was.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked.

She nodded. “I got way too much sun, huh?”

“You need something on that,” I said.

“We have some aloe stuff in the medicine chest, I think,” she said.

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