The Carlton Sisters

portlandpeaches
Martha’s

October 9th, 6:30

Reservations for 12

Special guest Dian

🍑 yogurt. “Who the hell eats yogurt? I need coffee.”

“Give me 🍑 es and oranges, I can tell the difference.”
Old Spice and cigarettes, a particular smell you never forget, lay heavy on his clothes. He gave me an observant eye. “I’d say you’re more like a 🍑.”

Sadly Alexis could not make it with the biscuits and gravy
“Like I was a stranger, someone who just happened to stay for coffee and donuts on Sunday, someone you talked to about the 🍑 harvest or water shortage.”
“The half pint of 🍑 brandy I’d hidden under the seat went down too fast, half-gone before I’d even passed the Sunny Acres sign. ”
“Oversized and Spanish in style, its 🍑 color and standard terra-cotta rounded tiles on the roof were meant to persuade you it belonged in the neighborhood”
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I had no idea how long we walked. Lorraine, in a predictable 🍑 gathered skirt”
“Now, 🍑 es with their round globes hung inside the orchard’s green trees”
“Trunks and boxes and shelves of canned 🍑es and dill pickles, everything old or homemade or hand-me-down.”
Julie Becky and Loraine

“Almond blossoms in February. Every February. You know it’s that time of year when you see them. And 🍑 es at roadside stands in July,” I said. “Peaches and the smell of 🍑 es. Every July, that smell and that taste—juice running down your chin. We don’t get them all year long, so it means something.”

Peach rating: 🍑🍑🍑🍑.5

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