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No, I guess I havent. Troy slipped past his mother and into the house. Maryanne followed a few minutes later, joining Troy in the kitchen. She emptied the contents of her purse onto the table and began to count, praying as she did that she would have enough for a surprise for her daughter.
four
Maryanne Bradford went a little out of her way as she walked home the next day after work. She had left that morning feeling regretful over not having enough money to buy fabric for a new dress for Bobbie. She wished they had had more notice; then she could have put a little aside over a few weeks.
But then Mrs. Walcott, the lady for whom she cleaned two mornings a week, had asked her to do a few additional things, and Maryanne had been paid extra. It was still going to make things a little tight until next week, but they would get by; they always did.
Maryanne walked into Riggs Mercantile and headed straight to the fabric counter. She had priced and fingered several bolts when someone spoke behind her.
Hello, Maryanne.
Hi, May, I didnt even see you.
I was upstairs talking with Rigg. Are you looking for fabric?
Yes, Im sure you know that Jeff asked our Bobbie to the lagoon outing, and I want to surprise her with a new dress.
May smiled. I almost asked how you could have it done in time, and then I remembered I was talking with Maryanne Bradford.
Maryanne beamed over the compliment and asked May what she thought of a certain piece of cotton. The background was a jade green with a pattern of tiny white flowers.
Bobbies eyes are green, arent they?
Yes.
Oh, this will be perfect.
I emptied my purse last night to see if we could afford this, and then had to ask the Lord to help me accept the fact that we couldnt. Then today I got paid a little extra. If were careful until next week, Bobbie should have her dress. I usually cut my own dresses down for her and she never complains, but I cant wait to see her face when she finds out shell have a dress from new cloth.
Theres something inside us, isnt there, Maryanne, that yearns for our children to have all they need and a little more?
Isnt that the truth! Dont get me wrong, May, Im not hearing wedding bells or anything, but you wouldnt have believed the look on Bobbies face when she told me Jeff asked her. It was a mixture of excitement and fear all rolled into one.
I know theyll have a good time. May touched Maryannes arm and then said she had to be on her way. Maryanne took the fabric to the front and started home again in a few moments.