~l I never had a grandfather; one was crushed in a coal
mine collapse when Mom was four， and the other， after
\"another hopeless day on the farm，\" killed all his hired
hands， shot Grandma， and then himself. She lived， he
died. So I was left with two grandmothers---one was a
witch and one was a bitch. I loved the witch.
People from miles around would come in horse-
drawn buckboards to collect her and her \"divining rod，\"
driving her off to their Oklahoma pastures， and she d
tell them where to drill the well. She was a \"water\"
witch with 99 percent accuracy. She also had the
county s only \"madstone，\" so if your child \"got bit\" by a
rabid dog， you d bring the little fella to \"Old Miz Tune.\"
She d draw the madstone out of the buttermilk in which
it always soaked and， with strips of cloth， bind it to the
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