GARDEN CITY, KS 1874“Wesley, wait for me,” nine-year-old Allison Spencer whined as she chased her best friend through the backyard.
“Nope,” Wesley replied, stopping long enough for her almost to catch up before he sped off again. “Hurry up, Allie. You"re such a girl,”
“It"s not fair,” she wailed, tossing a sweaty strand of golden hair out of her face. “You don"t have to wear a skirt!”
“Allison!” Rebecca called.
Allison stopped in her tracks. So did Wesley. They turned in unison to regard Allison"s nineteen-year-old sister, who leaned against the railing that surrounded the back porch of their white, two-story home. “Wesley"s mother is here. He needs to go, and Ma says you need a bath before church tomorrow.”
Uh oh. We"d better hop to it. Ma won"t like it if we dawdle, and she will not
