It happened at a family reunion.
On a bus tour of Valley Forge.
Warren was shaking my mother’s and my aunt’s seats, playfully picking, as is his constant nature.
I noticed my aunt looking over her shoulder in Warren’s direction.
“Is she giving you the dirty eye?”
“I think it’s ‘the evil eye,’ Annah,” he said. “That’s another one of your Annah-isms. I’ve heard of lazy eye, evil eye, brown eye, and dirty look but never the dirty eye.”
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