After Happy Birthday had been sung, the cake and ice cream had been eaten and presents from all her friends had been opened Clover's Mama told her that she had a special present for her that she would give her when all the company had gone home.
Clover's Mama was a very attractive woman, she was tall and slim and today she had on one of those pantsuits that were popular in 1979. She wore her blond hair teased with a slight touch of hairspray to keep it in place. She rarely wore makeup except for a little lipstick and today she had on just the barest touch. Clover loved her Mama dearly and thought that her Mama was the prettiest Mama of all her friends.
Clover really didn't look much like her Mama except for the fact that she was tall for her age and would eventually be five feet and eight inches tall. Clover's hair was silky fine and dark brown and Clover was headed toward being curvy. She already had to her amazement and wonder--breasts. Clover's eyes were blue like her all her family, but that was about where any similarity ended. Clover's brother and sister looked just like her Daddy. Her daddy was stocky with muscular arms and legs. Clover's daddy drove a truck and hauled logs. Years of hard work had made him rugged in appearance, not handsome by any means but there was something about him that Clover couldn't yet put into words. When she got older, she knew exactly what it was, he was sexy.
After everyone had gone, Clover's Mama and Daddy sat down with her as she opened her last present. In a tiny box wrapped in gold paper, nestled in delicate tissue paper was a silver charm that encased a dried four-leaf clover. When Clover turned the charm over, engraved on the back were the words, "London 1965."
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