The Real Thing
On the way home from school, my sister Rachel and I would buy a quart of milk for eleven cents of our own hard-earned money. Now and then, we even bought a cube of real butter, but we had to have butter ration coupons for that.
Rachel and I could drive up Alla Road and over Maxella Avenue to the dairy and get bottled milk. We would go through the drive-up and hand our empty bottles out the car window, and load the full bottles back in through the window.
Rachel and I could drive up Alla Road and over Maxella Avenue to the dairy and get bottled milk. We would go through the drive-up and hand our empty bottles out the car window, and load the full bottles back in through the window.
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