Mrs. Florene called me early this morning. I was just putting the finishing touches on a bowl of crunchy raisin bran.
"Do you have anything planned for today?" she asked me.
"I rarely do," I replied.
"Let's go to Clarke Brother's Meats and do some shopping for breakfast," she told me.
I licked my lips in anticipation of Clarke Brother's breakfast sausage. Clarke Brother's is one of the few true butchers left in the area. They grow their own animals. Meats are prepared when purchased to order. And I have this terrible weakness for their sausage in casing.
Mrs. Jones brought an incredible amount of meat to adorn her freezer at home. I was surprised as she is so frugal. Personally, I bought two pounds of homemade rind on hoop cheddar. I also bought two very expensive and beautifully marbled USDA prime ribeyes along with my sausage.
Clark Brother's is a long drive to another county in Roanoke, Alabama. I was running low on gas when we returned back to the Valley. Mrs. Florene thanked me and filled up my car. I was so appreciative. We spend the long drive mostly talking about George and the sudden upswing in his moods and lack of drinking.
"Don't give up him yet," I told Mrs. Jones. "He's a diamond in the rough."
Mrs. Florene so enjoyed me saying that as I took her home.
"You have a way with words," she told me as were pulling into the driveway.