“We’ll be in for breakfast, an American breakfast, a good old home breakfast.”
Muddy coming down the deck, her brown veil floating. “Here’s your overcoat Jimmy, you’ve got to carry it.”
“Muddy, can I get out that flag?”
“What flag?”
“The silk American flag.”
“No dear it’s all put away.”
“Please I’d so like to have that flag cause it’s the Fourth of July an everything.”
“Now dont whine Jimmy. When mother says no she means no.”
Sting of tears; he swallows a lump and looks up in her eyes.
“Jimmy it’s put away in the shawlstrap and mother’s so tired of fussing with those wretched bags.”