“Mom, can we go … to the mall?” Bessie surprises her mother on a mid-April Saturday morning in the kitchen. “Maybe this afternoon?”
Heather, with her hands in dishwater, grins. She lifts them out, drying them on her apron. Raising her coffee cup from the counter, she takes a sip. “Why, sure, dear. What do you need?” Don’t be too curious. Don’t scare her off.
Don’t be too curious. Don’t scare her off.“Oh, just some stuff. You know, T-shirts, sandals, maybe …” Bessie leans down to feed some scrambled egg off her fingers to the cat. “Maybe a … dress.”
Heather just about chokes on her coffee, setting it down as casually as she can. “Sure. How about after lunch?”
“Yeah, that’ll work. See ya.” Bessie heads out the screen door.
Her mother gives out a delighted squeak. Finally, my girl is joi
