{"id":7649,"date":"2013-11-20T13:08:11","date_gmt":"2013-11-20T18:08:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=7649"},"modified":"2026-07-31T08:28:44","modified_gmt":"2026-07-31T12:28:44","slug":"sweet-tooth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=7649","title":{"rendered":"Sweet Tooth (by DJK)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"label\" style=\"color: #000000\">Summary:\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\">Memories are sometimes the sweetest things of all.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"label\" style=\"color: #000000\">Rated:<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000\"> K+ Word<span style=\"color: #000000\">\u00a0count:\u00a0<\/span> 538<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><strong>Sweet Tooth<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"chapter\" style=\"color: #000000\">\n<p>Ben\u2019s eyes focused on his son\u2019s hands as Adam placed an extra dollop of honey onto the already covered surface of his morning biscuit. The additional load caused a slow-motion avalanche of sticky liquid onto Adam\u2019s tapering fingers. A swift moment brought the sweet-coated fingers to a swiping tongue. \u201cYour mother licked honey from her fingers. Abel said your grandmother tried endlessly to break her of such an unlady-like habit, but she always did it.\u201d Ben\u2019s voice turned Adam\u2019s eyes immediately to his father\u2019s face and then locked him into stillness. \u201cLord, the sweet tooth she had.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe did?\u201d Adam\u2019s inquiry was voiced softly and hesitantly. He wanted to ask a dozen more questions but was afraid additional inquiries would jerk the rest of Pa\u2019s memories from his tongue.<\/p>\n<p>Ben\u2019s eyes were focused on something beyond the dining room table where they sat, and his voice held a wistful tone. \u201cShe never ate a biscuit without drowning it in honey or molasses, and pancakes, well, I always teased that hers floated because of all the syrup.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>After a few seconds of silence, Adam ventured, \u201cShe loved sweet things as much as I do?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe always wanted the cake with the most icing or the donut with the most sugar. I could barely get her to bake me ginger cookies; they weren\u2019t sweet enough for her.\u201d Ben sighed and then straightened, his eyes fixing themselves once again on his eldest son. \u201cYou come by it honestly, son.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI do?\u201d It was half-question and half-acknowledgement. \u201cI always thought it was because. . .\u201d Adams eyes dropped, and he left his thought unfinished.<\/p>\n<p>Ben\u2019s brow furrowed slightly. Then he said softly, \u201cYou thought it was because you never had much sweetening when you were little. You licked your fingers then so as not to waste the least bit.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam could hear the regret in his father\u2019s voice. \u201cIt was no doubt for the best that my own sweet tooth wasn\u2019t indulged,\u201d he offered lightly and patted his stomach.<\/p>\n<p>Before his father could comment, the door slammed, and Hoss Cartwright strode into the house. He scanned the dining table and then announced, \u201cI might\u2019ve known that boy would still be upstairs. I\u2019m gonna have to go up there and haul him out of that bed!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A door slamming upstairs stopped Hoss halfway to the stairs. Seconds later, Little Joe clattered his way down mumbling, \u201cI\u2019m up. I\u2019m up. A body couldn\u2019t hardly sleep with you slamming around down here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou best just be worrying about where I might be slamming you if you don\u2019t get yourself to that table.\u201d Hoss said loudly but without a trace of vehemence.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss and Little Joe joined Adam and Ben at the table and talked turned to plans for the day. Ben pushed his memories once more into the background of his mind, and Adam tucked one bit more of his mother away in his heart.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"toplink\" style=\"color: #000000\"><\/div>\n<div id=\"copyright\" style=\"color: #000000\"><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">Disclaimer:<\/span>\u00a0All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. 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