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Bridgett Tobias
“Can I get that for you, Ma’am?” the stout black woman asked when the phone rang. She continued to run a cool iron over a white cotton blouse when she didn’t receive an answer. Alice Weathers had been a mother’s helper, nursemaid, and friend.
Bridgett Tobias picked it up. At first her face lit up then quickly showed disappointment. “Hi Honey…Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. We hope to see you at Thanksgiving.”
Alice’s face mimicked Bridgett’s sadness.
“I’ll try to see Elizabeth’s parents viewpoint on this, Donald, but your Dad and I will miss you. Thanksgiving will not be the same without you…I’m sure the airline will reroute you, although your father may not be so happy paying for the trip when he figured you for Washington…He’s fine. You know your father, a regular w
