Saturday's Storyteller: "It's only stealing when it's family, dear."
by Belinda Roddie "It's only stealing when it's family, dear." "What?" "I said, it's only stealing when it's family!" "...I don't get it." "Oh, Branson, darling. Have you gotten enough sleep?" "Um. Chya. I slept from midnight to five PM." "Oh, good amount of snooze time, then. Well. I suppose I ought to explain?" "...Is this you getting back at me for stealing the last piece of pecan pie?" "Oh, heavens, no, Branson. That was up for grabs." "Okay, then what about the jar of change on your counter?" "Oh, you must have realized it was all arcade tokens, right?" "...Yeah, I did. That made me sad." "No, dear. I got that adage from my father-in-law! Your great-grandfather, Mortimer." "...I thought that was a made-up name." "Everything's made up, dear! But on to the story. Daddy Morty was a staunc