Huntin’ Frogs

1955. “Mama! I done struck oil! Black gold! Millionaires!” Valerie stretched her kneaded dough balls into the bread pans, covered them with a tea towels and rubbed her hands on her apron. “A millionaire, is it? What have you been up to, Punkin?” “Mama, Californy is the place we oughta be! Look!” Vicky thrust black,…

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