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Gramps, in better control, picked up the conversation while Grady took his last bite of food. "That Mary's a smart one. When her pa started selling off everything, she took and hid some of the livestock." At Grady's raised eyebrows, he continued. "She took a cow and some laying hens out into the woods. It's still on their property, but a far back corner bordering ours. The kids and her built a lean-to for the cow and a pen for the hens. There was a ruckus out in the woods one day, not too long after Emeline passed, and I went to go investigate. Mary and the kids were trying to cart the cow and hens and having a lot of trouble. Imagine little Gigi, who was five then I think, hauling two hens in her arms." Gramps chuckled at the recollection. "I didn't interfere, and they never saw me."
The lines around his eyes looking deeper, he continued, "Couple days later, I found some of their hens on our property, so I gathered them up and delivered them to the pen they'd constructed. Added a few of our own good egg layers, too. Had to do something to help. Wanted to know what they were up to, so I sat up on watch one night. Turns out they're selling the eggs and milk. They sneak into town early before the sun's up and deliver eggs and milk to the boarding house. I don't think anybody knows about it. If they do, they're keepin' the kids' secret. Whatever money those young'uns make from that is pretty much all they have to buy food and clothes and get them through the winters."
"The older we get, the more we've learned about people," Gram spoke up. "That family, they're in a bad way. Spooner knows, the reverend knows, most everyone in town now knows – but no one has a legal right to do anything. He's their pa. Gramps and I have gotten sneaky over these last few years. We visit the pen where they keep the animals. We've left baskets of food, stuff like that. The reverend collects clothes from folks who want to help the poor, and he passes some of those clothes on to me now and then. I do any mending or sizing that needs doing, and I leave those out at the pen too."
Gram's hands fluttered about in the air as though to emphasize her point as she continued, "It's sad this is what it's come to, but we have to be stealthy if we want to be a real help to them. Somebody in the family knows it's us, but we've never said anything, and neither have they."