Post date: 18-Jul-2013 10:11:39
My Grandma was a shrewd lady with an eye for detail and a mouth for haggling. One day I accompanied her to the poultry market to buy a chicken. She scanned the big, wooden cage where the birds were crammed and ordered, “Pull out the red one,” pointing her forefinger.
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