![]() ![]() ![]() "Vinegar," she said, and that one word set me upon the path that led to where I stand today. "However did you keep it?" I asked her, wiping away my tears. She kept one on her dresser top, which she brought out for me to see when I arrived in her kitchen, much cast down from the loss of the sparkling and from my mother's chastisement. Our cook, a tall and gangly woman who nonetheless produced the most amazing soups and soufflés (thus putting the lie to the notion that one cannot trust a slender cook) was the one who showed me the secret of preserving sparklings after death. Mama exclaimed in distaste and sent me to wash. ![]() With much excitement, I brought it for my mother to see, but by the time I reached her it had mostly collapsed into ash in my hands. When I was seven, I found a sparkling lying dead on a bench at the edge of the woods which formed the back boundary of our garden, that the groundskeeper had not yet cleared away. ![]()
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