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Mel–––––––– I walked into the house for a break. I desperately needed to get something to drink. Dad had us pitching hay for his cows, something that I was allergic to, not that he cared because the major effect to me was only a feeling of my throat being very dry and parched. He always said I should just suck it up. That’s the problem! I’m sucking too much of that crap up! My mother was working my poor girlfriend’s fingers to the bone in the kitchen. I figured it was time for a little intervention. “Hey mom, got any sweet tea made? I could sure use some.” “Now Melissa, you know I do!” I winked at Dana while mom had her back turned to dig a glass out of the cupboard. “Why don’t you get a few down and let’s all sit out on the porch for a few minutes. The kids are getting ready to take