Contents ( 70)
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Epilogue
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgments
- P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
- About the Author
- Meet Gretchen Berg
- About the Book
- Reading Group Discussion Questions
- Behind the Book Essay
- Real-Life Inspiration
- Just for Fun
- Read On
- On the Nightstand in 1952
- Praise for The Operator
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
On the other hand, if her mother had submitted a poem and it wasn’t accepted, Charlotte would find her sitting at the kitchen table squirting Reddi Wip onto graham crackers and eating them one after the other. Those were a couple of pretty good indicators of her mother’s unpredictable moods. If she was just a little bothered, she’d be eating the graham crackers. If she was very bothered, she’d be in her apron, banging around the kitchen baking something. But there was a third level to her mother’s anger.
That night, after dinner, Charlotte had been on the way to the bathroom to brush her teeth when she’d heard a loud thump from her parents’ bedroom and then a faint whine. She peeked through the keyhole, absolutely against her better judgment, and saw her mother with a pillow pressed up against her face. She was screaming into the pillow. Charlotte had slowly backed away from the door and continued on her way to the bathroom. Then, the next day, she had come home from school to find a pan of seven-layer bars cooling on the counter, and two empty graham cracker boxes in the kitchen trash can.
For a double recipe of “7 layer Cookies”:
Have on hand:
1 large pkg, Nabisco Graham Cracker Crumbs
2 large baking pans (9x13)
1 Large pkg. Chocolate bits
1 “ pkg. Butterscotch bits
At lease ½ pound butter.
1 Large pkg shredded Coconut
3 Cans Eagle Brand Condensed Milk
About 2 cups chopped Walnuts.
1. Very slowly, melt the butter and stir in the graham cracker crumbs, thoroughly mixing.
2. Evenly divide the crumbs into each pan.
3. Pat down all over the pans
4. Scatter the chocolate bits lightly all over each pan (A hand full at a time)
5. Then, scatter some of the butterscotch bits, all over.
6. Then, scatter the coconut, lightly covering.
7. Follow this with the rest of the chocolate bits and the rest of the butterscotch bits.
8. Then, the rest of the coconut.
9. Open the three cans of Eagle Brand milk and pour over the coconut, being careful not to get too much along the edges. (One can per pan and divide the third can evenly over it
10. Then, scatter the chopped nuts all over each pan.
11. Have the oven preheated at 325 degrees and bake the two pans 50 to 55 minuts.
12. When the top of each pan shows a light brown and they are sort of bubbly, remove.
13. Cool slightly, and with a sharp knife, cut the cookies. Be sure to loosen along the edges.
14. Wrap in saran wrap and foil—put in the frigerator—or the freezer.
If Charlotte had had any idea about Mrs. Betty Miller’s gossip-filled afternoon tea party, and what was coming, she might have started banging around the kitchen to whip up her own batch of cookies. Or perhaps a wedding cake would’ve been more appropriate.
Chapter 22
Ah, to be a blushing bride. A girl’s wedding day was one of the most special days of her life, wasn’t it? No one talked too much about the second wedding day, though, especially if you had to marry the same man all over again because he’d been a bigamist the first go-round. The blush of humiliation was a different shade altogether, and one that Vivian would say was unflattering to her skin tone.