Winn Dixie

"I'm ready for number five," I told him. "Five," he said. " She couldn't cook. She

burned everything , including water. She had a hard time opening a can of beans. She couldn't make head nor tail of a piece of meat. Six.”

The preacher rubbed his nose and looked up at the ceiling. Winn-Dixie looked up, too. "Number six is that your mama

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