that,â I said to Bethany. âOn the other hand, maybe youâd have a hard time getting the guests to go home. And of course, thereâd be all those bathrooms to clean. Still,â I said wistfully, âit would sure be something to live in a house like that, donât you think so, peanut?â
Bethany nodded noncommittally, obviously not as enamored with the house as I was. âI like that one,â she said, pointing off to the far right.
âWhich one?â I tried to track my eyes in the direction she was pointing.
âThere,â she said, stabbing the air with her finger. âThat little white one next doorâthat happy house. See? Itâs smiling!â
I looked again and laughed. She was pointing to a smaller building. Two six-over-six windows sat on either side and slightly above a red front door with three bullâs-eye glass panes across the top. The second story had narrow eyebrow windows arranged in perfect symmetry over larger six-by-sixes on the main floor. I saw what Bethany meant; if you used your imagination, the door looked like an open, laughing red mouth and the windows like smiling eyes. âYouâre right. Itâs a happy house.â
Bethany pointed to the big white mansion next door. âDo you think the people who live here are happy, too?â
âWell, if theyâre not, they ought to be. I could sure be happy living in a place like this.â
âBut maybe not,â Bethany said sagely. âWe lived in a big house before and we werenât happy there, were we, Mommy?â
âNo,â I whispered, remembering the four-bedroom, two-and-a-half-bath ranch house in an upscale suburban neighborhood where weâd lived for eight years; the house where Iâd become an expert in the art of using foundation and concealer to mask my latest bruises because I didnât want the neighbors to know that our house wasnât as happy as it looked from the outside. âNo, we werenât.â
âI like where we live now,â Bethany said, referring to our tiny apartment. âBut it would be nice to live in a house that smiles.â
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Abigail smacked the dashboard with her hand, startling me out of my reverie. âThatâs it!â she exclaimed. âThe perfect solution! Why didnât I think of it before?â
âThink of what before?â
âA Proctor Street house! Youâre right: If it was modeled into separate apartments, it could easily house ten families. The neighborhood is quiet, within walking distance to schools and the downtown area where most jobs are, and itâs just two blocks from the bus line! Brilliant idea!â
Beaming, Abigail unbuckled her seat belt and practically leapt out of the car. âJust lock the doors, would you? Iâve got to run to my meeting. I canât wait to tell Donna about this! Itâs the absolutely perfect solution to all our problems. Must run. Tell Bethany and Bobby I said hello. Thank you so much, Ivy!â
She slammed the door shut and scurried toward the front door without an umbrella, her high heels echoing definitively against the sidewalk, seemingly unaware that she was getting soaked.
I got out of the car. âYouâre welcome,â I called after her, though I didnât see what Iâd said that was so helpful.
7
Evelyn Dixon
âA ll right, Wendy. The total is $126.75.â
Wendy opened her eyes wider and pushed her rhinestone-encrusted glasses up on her nose. âReally?â
âWell, that does include the forty-five-dollar class fee as well as your fabric. But, I understand. It does add up.â
âCould be worse.â Wendy shrugged as she riffled through her enormous handbag looking for her checkbook. âMy ex-husbandâs hobby was drinking and chasing women. Sweetie, compared to that, quilting is a bargain!â Wendy wrinkled up her nose, squashed her lips into an open O , and snorted
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