"Your godfather gave it to me," she said.
"That's a lot of tripe. How many pounds is that?
"What are you going to do with all that tripe?"
"Put it in the freezer."
I lugged the heavy bag to the big freezer in the garage. What the heck? On top of other more frozen items was another large clear plastic bag of tripe.
Just as I closed the freezer, Frances, one of the Mama's friends walked up the driveway. The garage door was open. "Hello. Is your mom home?"
"She's in the house. Come inside," I said.
"I need to get something out of the car first," Frances said. "I have something for your mom."
She ran out of the garage. I opened the door and yelled into the house, "Mama! You have a visitor." Then I went to see if Frances needed help.
As I neared her car, I saw Frances pull out a large white item from her trunk. A blanket? No. Oh no!
Frances handed me a large clear plastic bag full of white, honey-combed cow stomach lining. Another twenty pounds!
"Your mama told me that she was hungry for tripe. She wanted me to buy her some, if I saw any. I was lucky. The butcher had tripe today."
"Thank you," I said. "She's going to be very happy to see the tripe."
That happened a few months after the Daddy died, more than 30 years ago. I have no idea what the Mama did with the 60 pounds of tripe.
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