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“Mi Casa es su casa” is a saying that my brother, Allen
would reverse. “Your home is my home,”
is how he would say it. My mother-in-law,
Bea lived within walking distance and I would often visit.
She related that one day, my brother
came by to see if Jerry and Billy were home.
He walked into the kitchen and spying a couple of left over home made
biscuits he picked up one of her biscuits and began to eat it.
Bea was courteous, but was mildly shocked because she barely
knew Allen, and this surprised her when he made himself right at home. She laughed when telling me this story.
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I have a brother like that. If he's some where, he's at home. I was never quite the comfortable!
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