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from 4 of a Kind:

“Waitaminute! Waitaminute!” Aunt Flossy held out both hands as if stopping traffic. “This is serious, Adaline. Payton’s dead.”
“Yippee!”
“Whatever did you do?”
“Kissed him on the cheek and said ‘Well, bless your little black heart.’”
“Adaline! You killed a man.”
“Maybe, but he was a down-right ornery, mean as a caged-rat kind of man.” She cast her eyes toward the sky and made the sign of the cross. “Butter my butt and call me a biscuit, at last I’m a free woman.”