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Of Cults and Klans- a Roland McCray Story
“Beware of false prophets who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly are ravening wolves.” Matthew 24:11
“Just make a place for it on the table,” Aunt Eloise said over her shoulder.
I set the deep-dish blackberry cobbler next to an apple pie, then walked around to the sink to say hello to my aunt.
“What’re you making?”
Aunt Eloise turned her head to me and smiled. “I’d give you a hug, Roland, but my hands are all wet,” she said, still washing the chicken we would have with dinner.
Mom came into the kitchen, saw the cobbler on the table, looked up toward the ceiling, then at me. A strip of flypaper hung from the light fixture above, dead flies glued in place, others still alive, stuck by just one wing. It was a disgusting thing to see hanging over the food.
Mom picked up the cobbler and set it on a side counter. “What can I do to help, Eloise?” she asked.
Aunt Eloise put the cleaned chicken on a cutting board beside the sink and dried her hands on the apron. “Well, those potatoes are cooled enough to cube, if you want to get started on the potato salad. I’ll cut up this chicken and get it fried.” She took a big knife from the cutlery drawer…
