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Aunt Mercy put down her tiles, one at a time. I-T-C-H-I-N. Aunt Grace leaned closer to the board, squinting. "Mercy Lynne, you´re cheatin´ again! What kinda word is that? Use it in a sentence."
"I´m itchin´ ta have some a that white cake."
"That´s not how you spell it."
At least one of them could spell.
Aunt Grace pulled one of the tile off the board.
"There´s no T in itchin´."
Or not.