Friday, July 25, 2014


As a child, Fiorella watched a lot of old westerns on television so when she was in the third grade, a newcomer to North Waco Elementary School, she told the other students on the playground that the small chunk of chocolate her mother put in her Dale Evans lunch box each day was tobacco, and that she was biting off a chaw of it,  Enough students believed her--or thought she was crazy because they recognized the substance as chocolate--that they gave her wide berth.

And Fiorella wondered why she couldn't make friends.

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