“Yes, I’m starved. I was just going to get a doughnut when I found I’d run out of money.”
“Let’s go home and you can have dinner with us then. But what about your mother? Won’t she be looking for you?”
Mary shifts her feet and looks tired. “I don’t know. Probably if she came and I wasn’t here, she’d figure I’d gone home.”
I try to think a minute, which is hard to do with all these people shoving around you. Mary starts to pick up her two enormous shopping bags, and I take them from her, still trying to think. At the subway entrance I see the phone booth.
“That’s the thing,” I say. “Why don’t you call your house and see if your mother left a message or something?”
“Well....” Mary stands by the phone looking confused and in fact about ready to cry. I suddenly decide the best thing we can do is get home and sit down where it’s quiet. Waiting fifteen minutes or so to phone can’t make much difference.
We get home pretty fast and I introduce Mary to Mom and Pop. She sinks into the nearest chair and takes off her shoes.
“Excuse me,” she says. “I just bought these heels, and it’s awful wearing them!”
She wiggles her toes and begins to look better. Mom offers her a pair of slippers and Pop passes some potato chips.
Mom says, “Poor child, did you try to do all your Christmas shopping at once?”