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"I'll get it," Kate said, and fetched the Crisco forthwith.
Auntie Vi eyed her. "Your auntie not that old, Katya."
"I know, Auntie," Kate said. "But I was closer."
She had, in fact, been in the next room at the time, but Auntie Vi, exercising monumental, not to mention unnatural, restraint, forbore to comment.
"I can do that," Kate said, taking the scraper out of Old Sam's hand. The Freya was in dry dock, where her hull had been drying out above the high-tide line in preparation for a new coat of copper paint.
Old Sam took the scraper back. "I can