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mother should dress like a teenage party girl.
When Doris June heard her mother ask for this kind of a dress, Doris June didnât believe her mother actually meant it even though her mother had later sent her a picture from a catalogue showing this kind of a dress.
As it turned out, her mother had not only meant for her to buy those kinds of dresses, her mother was also intent on sharing the wealth. Her mother insisted Doris June wear one of the new dresses meant for her instead of the plain gray one Doris June had bought for herself.
The only explanation in Doris Juneâs mind was that her mother was regressing so far back that she was thinking like a thirteen-year-old girl. Unusual behavior like that was definitely up there on the list of symptoms for senior confusion.
Doris June thought she was fortunate she did not have to wear a lamp shade on her head to please her mother. As it was, the pink dress was a little large on Doris June, but it did, at least, look like something a person would wear. Of course, her work shoes had looked foolish next to all the pink froth of the dress, so Doris June had agreed to break in the new slip-ons she had gotten for her mother as well.
If her mother hadnât looked so happy to see her in the pink dress, Doris June would have thought the whole dress thing was just a way for her mother to get someoneto wear her new shoes so they wouldnât hurt her own feet when she wore them later.
Doris June looked across the table at her mother. She did look happy.
âMore liver?â Doris June picked up the platter closest to her and turned to offer it to Curt.
Doris June decided that the one good thing about wearing shoes that were too tight and a dress that was too short was that it didnât give her a lot of time to worry about how fickle some men could be. Something was wrong with Curt tonight and she didnât know what it was, unless he objected to the dress she was wearing. If she had a minute, she could assure him she thought the dress was ridiculous on someone her age, too. Although now that he was glaring at her as if sheâd done something wrong, she probably wouldnât give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.
âThank you,â Curt said as he slid another piece of meat onto his plate.
Doris June watched him, speechless. He was wearing a tie; he hated ties. He was eating liver and onions; he hated liver and he wasnât overly fond of onions. How could someone have changed so much? The way heâd been looking at her all night, she would have thought he had everything reversed in his mind and thought she should be the one to say she was sorry to him. He seemed to have forgotten who had left whom standing at the sheriffâs office.
âLinda had the liver in the freezer over at the café,â Mrs. Hargrove said in the same bright voice she had used all evening. âSheâs thinking about adding liver and onions to the menu if thereâs enough demand for it.â
âIâll have to tell her she has my vote,â Charley said. âItâs good to change the menu once in a while.â
âHer sister, Lucy, says theyâre selling more kinds of pie, too,â Ben added.
Since this was the only bit of conversation Ben had offered for the evening that wasnât required as part of the food-passing process, Doris June thought she should say something to encourage him. Young people could be so shy.
âI bet they serve great pies there,â Doris June said with a full-wattage smile for the boy.
Ben looked at her like he appreciated her support and nodded. âLucy says Linda lets her keep the pie money. Well, on the days when sheâs working there, at least.â
Doris June was pleased to see that Ben was talking.
Apparently Mrs. Hargrove was pleased, too. âI thought Iâd seen Lucy working in there.â
âTuesday, Wednesday and Thursday after school and some weekends,â Ben
When Doris June heard her mother ask for this kind of a dress, Doris June didnât believe her mother actually meant it even though her mother had later sent her a picture from a catalogue showing this kind of a dress.
As it turned out, her mother had not only meant for her to buy those kinds of dresses, her mother was also intent on sharing the wealth. Her mother insisted Doris June wear one of the new dresses meant for her instead of the plain gray one Doris June had bought for herself.
The only explanation in Doris Juneâs mind was that her mother was regressing so far back that she was thinking like a thirteen-year-old girl. Unusual behavior like that was definitely up there on the list of symptoms for senior confusion.
Doris June thought she was fortunate she did not have to wear a lamp shade on her head to please her mother. As it was, the pink dress was a little large on Doris June, but it did, at least, look like something a person would wear. Of course, her work shoes had looked foolish next to all the pink froth of the dress, so Doris June had agreed to break in the new slip-ons she had gotten for her mother as well.
If her mother hadnât looked so happy to see her in the pink dress, Doris June would have thought the whole dress thing was just a way for her mother to get someoneto wear her new shoes so they wouldnât hurt her own feet when she wore them later.
Doris June looked across the table at her mother. She did look happy.
âMore liver?â Doris June picked up the platter closest to her and turned to offer it to Curt.
Doris June decided that the one good thing about wearing shoes that were too tight and a dress that was too short was that it didnât give her a lot of time to worry about how fickle some men could be. Something was wrong with Curt tonight and she didnât know what it was, unless he objected to the dress she was wearing. If she had a minute, she could assure him she thought the dress was ridiculous on someone her age, too. Although now that he was glaring at her as if sheâd done something wrong, she probably wouldnât give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him.
âThank you,â Curt said as he slid another piece of meat onto his plate.
Doris June watched him, speechless. He was wearing a tie; he hated ties. He was eating liver and onions; he hated liver and he wasnât overly fond of onions. How could someone have changed so much? The way heâd been looking at her all night, she would have thought he had everything reversed in his mind and thought she should be the one to say she was sorry to him. He seemed to have forgotten who had left whom standing at the sheriffâs office.
âLinda had the liver in the freezer over at the café,â Mrs. Hargrove said in the same bright voice she had used all evening. âSheâs thinking about adding liver and onions to the menu if thereâs enough demand for it.â
âIâll have to tell her she has my vote,â Charley said. âItâs good to change the menu once in a while.â
âHer sister, Lucy, says theyâre selling more kinds of pie, too,â Ben added.
Since this was the only bit of conversation Ben had offered for the evening that wasnât required as part of the food-passing process, Doris June thought she should say something to encourage him. Young people could be so shy.
âI bet they serve great pies there,â Doris June said with a full-wattage smile for the boy.
Ben looked at her like he appreciated her support and nodded. âLucy says Linda lets her keep the pie money. Well, on the days when sheâs working there, at least.â
Doris June was pleased to see that Ben was talking.
Apparently Mrs. Hargrove was pleased, too. âI thought Iâd seen Lucy working in there.â
âTuesday, Wednesday and Thursday after school and some weekends,â Ben
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