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their mess. They placed items that would keep in the display cases. They then divided the rest of the goods and each brought boxes home.
After arrangements were made for the weekend, Sophia was surprised to see Myrna jump into a pickup truck outside the store and shout good-bye. Sophia waved and shook her head as she made her way to her vehicle. She had not thought Myrna knew how to drive, but perhaps the vehicle had been in the repair shop. Either way, she was glad that Myrna was on her way to being more and more independent on a daily basis.
Myrna did not go straight home. She went to the home of the Borges family. Amanda Borges had just lost her husband in a tragic trucking accident and was struggling to survive with her four children. She parked in their driveway and made her way to their front door. She grinned when she heard children’s excited shouting within the home. Donnie Borges answered the door and gave her a big, goofy smile. “Hey there, Ms. Myrna!”
She made her way inside and ruffled his hair as she passed him. “Hey there, Donnie-boy.” He chuckled and followed her into the kitchen, where his mother was trying to plan a decent meal for them. Myrna breezed inside and took the baby from Amanda’s arms after placing a big box of baked goods on the counter.
Amanda peered at the box and smiled. “You brought me a surprise?” Myrna looked at Amanda and noticed what a friendly, pretty face she had. She still hadn’t lost the baby weight from her most recent delivery, but she was getting there. Her long, brown hair was done up in a ponytail.
Myrna leaned her forehead against the baby’s and said, “Yup. I brought a surprise for you and the children. However, they must eat all of their supper first.”
Amanda harrumphed as she went to the coffeepot and poured them each a small cup. “That won’t be hard for them to do. We’re barely scraping by. There ain’t much food left.”
Myrna turned to her with the baby cooing in her face. “Are things really that bad?”
She watched as Amanda’s lower lip trembled and her eyes watered. It suddenly dawned on Myrna that they were both recently widowed. There was a difference, though. Myrna only had herself to worry about, whereas Amanda had four little souls depending on her.
She made a decision and said, “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” She handed the baby back to Amanda, bent down and kissed her toddler daughter, and yelled as she headed out the door, “Boys, set the table! Amanda, get a pot on the stove and warm up some fry pans! We’re having a feast tonight!”
She raced to her truck and drove back toward the grocery store on Main Street. After a short conversation with the owner, she shopped for milk, meat, bread, diapers, and fruit. The owner donated twenty dollars to her cause as she stood in front of the cereal boxes. She knew that the Borges boys would use a snow shovel to eat the stuff, so she purchased a variety for them and added a box of Cheerios for their two baby sisters. When she went to cash out, she found the manager making his way back over to her and handing her another twenty dollars that he had received from an anonymous donor. Myrna turned around and surveyed the store, but no one was looking at her. She shrugged and thanked him. She paid the bill, loaded the food into her truck, and went home. She riffled through her vegetable garden and filled a bag with more vegetables than she would ever be able to eat. If Bob ever did anything right in his pathetic life, it was their garden. He’d doubled the size of it that year for canning and preserving, but it was far too much for Myrna. When the bag was full, she went back to her truck and drove to the Borges home. Amanda began crying again, and the boys unpacked the grocery bags with such swiftness that they sent Myrna spinning.
They prepared a feast and Myrna watched as Amanda stored the leftovers perfectly. Myrna stayed for an hour and spoke with Amanda and the children.
After arrangements were made for the weekend, Sophia was surprised to see Myrna jump into a pickup truck outside the store and shout good-bye. Sophia waved and shook her head as she made her way to her vehicle. She had not thought Myrna knew how to drive, but perhaps the vehicle had been in the repair shop. Either way, she was glad that Myrna was on her way to being more and more independent on a daily basis.
Myrna did not go straight home. She went to the home of the Borges family. Amanda Borges had just lost her husband in a tragic trucking accident and was struggling to survive with her four children. She parked in their driveway and made her way to their front door. She grinned when she heard children’s excited shouting within the home. Donnie Borges answered the door and gave her a big, goofy smile. “Hey there, Ms. Myrna!”
She made her way inside and ruffled his hair as she passed him. “Hey there, Donnie-boy.” He chuckled and followed her into the kitchen, where his mother was trying to plan a decent meal for them. Myrna breezed inside and took the baby from Amanda’s arms after placing a big box of baked goods on the counter.
Amanda peered at the box and smiled. “You brought me a surprise?” Myrna looked at Amanda and noticed what a friendly, pretty face she had. She still hadn’t lost the baby weight from her most recent delivery, but she was getting there. Her long, brown hair was done up in a ponytail.
Myrna leaned her forehead against the baby’s and said, “Yup. I brought a surprise for you and the children. However, they must eat all of their supper first.”
Amanda harrumphed as she went to the coffeepot and poured them each a small cup. “That won’t be hard for them to do. We’re barely scraping by. There ain’t much food left.”
Myrna turned to her with the baby cooing in her face. “Are things really that bad?”
She watched as Amanda’s lower lip trembled and her eyes watered. It suddenly dawned on Myrna that they were both recently widowed. There was a difference, though. Myrna only had herself to worry about, whereas Amanda had four little souls depending on her.
She made a decision and said, “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” She handed the baby back to Amanda, bent down and kissed her toddler daughter, and yelled as she headed out the door, “Boys, set the table! Amanda, get a pot on the stove and warm up some fry pans! We’re having a feast tonight!”
She raced to her truck and drove back toward the grocery store on Main Street. After a short conversation with the owner, she shopped for milk, meat, bread, diapers, and fruit. The owner donated twenty dollars to her cause as she stood in front of the cereal boxes. She knew that the Borges boys would use a snow shovel to eat the stuff, so she purchased a variety for them and added a box of Cheerios for their two baby sisters. When she went to cash out, she found the manager making his way back over to her and handing her another twenty dollars that he had received from an anonymous donor. Myrna turned around and surveyed the store, but no one was looking at her. She shrugged and thanked him. She paid the bill, loaded the food into her truck, and went home. She riffled through her vegetable garden and filled a bag with more vegetables than she would ever be able to eat. If Bob ever did anything right in his pathetic life, it was their garden. He’d doubled the size of it that year for canning and preserving, but it was far too much for Myrna. When the bag was full, she went back to her truck and drove to the Borges home. Amanda began crying again, and the boys unpacked the grocery bags with such swiftness that they sent Myrna spinning.
They prepared a feast and Myrna watched as Amanda stored the leftovers perfectly. Myrna stayed for an hour and spoke with Amanda and the children.
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