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Ronda Rich: With a little help from my Rodney, and a bush hog
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After Sunday dinner, while the others cleaned, talked or dealt with children, I sat down in a recliner matching the one that Rodney was in. I inhaled deeply and leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees. “Rodney, I hate to ask you this.”