There we were, my Mother, the tree and me. She had many things to attend to that afternoon. That's why she was taking the bus into the downtown area, and I was not going with her. I felt deep in my heart that she was yearning for a solo trip to Kresge's five and ten cent store. She would be on that red soda fountain stool sitting primly with her slice of strawberry pie topped with a glob of whipped cream. She was every bit of twenty-eight years ...
Updated 06-26-2011 at 02:16 AM by RheaB
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