Joe made a mental note to send his mother flowers at the first possible occasion. Then he thought he might bring her some when he came home for Christmas.
“Be sure to let me know what happens,” Betsy said as he climbed into the old truck.
“I will, Mom, I promise!”
* * * *
Joe stopped at a supermarket in Higgins and did his weekly shopping on the way home. The place was jammed with people. He knew the malls would be crowded on “Black Friday,” but he hadn’t expected so many grocery shoppers. It was nearly noon when he got back to his apartment.
Nothing on the machine from Micah. But then he realized the flowers weren’t to be delivered until that afternoon. He wasn’t given to praying, but he hoped fervently the flowers would do the trick.
He made himself a turkey sandwich with leftovers
