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Thirty-Six After tapping lightly on her grandmother’s bedroom door, Allie waited; She, too, figured the reason her grandmother wanted her to come up was to tell her something about the Family Bible; what else could it be. Allie was frightened and excited at the same time. “Come on in,” her grandmother called. Allie opened the door but froze at the vision of her grandmother who was sitting at her desk with the Bible open. At least she has changed out of those drab, uncomfortable clothes and into her nightgown, thought Allie, staring at her grandmother’s back. “Don’t just stand there gawking, come in and close the door.” “Yes’um,” Allie mumbled, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. She walked to the middle of the room and stopped. “Pull that chair over here and sit beside me.” Doing as told, Allie pulled the chair near her grandmother- leaving a chair’s width between them as was proper. “Get closer,” grumbled her grandmother, “You need to be able to see what I’m going to show you.” There were half a dozen pages in the Bible that were marked with bookmarks. As soon as her grandmother was satisfied that Allie was close enough to see what she wanted to show her, she opened the Bible to a page that was marked with a pale yellow ribbon strung from the top of the page to the bottom of the page. “The loose pages here in the front contains a record of the birth of all my children- who each one married and a record of the birth of their children and what

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