Emmy stared at the pink boots in the window: Pink cowgirl boots with a two inch heel. Her blue eyes widened and she gasped.
“Oh, Mommy, Daddy, can I have them?
Mommy was already tugging at her hand. Why had she used that baby term of Mommy and Daddy? But those boots were so wonderful. She knew she could outdo every boy around with those on.
“Don"t be silly, dear. They cost too much money and you"ll outgrow them in less than six months. You can buy them when you are older.”
“But I really, really want them. Please, please, I have to have them.”
Her mother drug her along, her lips compressed.
“I know I need to have those before I die, please, please.”
“Don"t be silly, Emmy. Now, no more nonsense about pink boots.”
But Emmy kept pleading all the way to the car when Daddy threatened to
