This second chapter of part two was the height of sweetness and nostalgia. I mean, I laughed, sure, but not so much for the idiosyncratic customs, which can always be picturesque to say the least, as for how much they reminded me of my my great-great aunts and theirs stories about immigration, life on the farm and reactions to advancements, and being part of the weird family that pushed even the girls to get as much education as they could manage and wanted (hell, my favourite one was an accountant)
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