Shortly before Nanna died, she gave the brush to my mother. My mother said, “I never told you this, but Nanna spanked me with this brush once. She heard me calling your Aunt Kate a name that I won’t repeat, and she hauled me into her bedroom and put me across her lap. I’ll tell you that I ate standing up that night.” Mom smiled at the memory, and then she looked me in the eyes. “Brenda, if you every get in trouble at school again, I’ll give you a spanking that will make what you had today feel like love taps.

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