When I drove the cart up next to the barn, Mama came out of her shop.
“Whacha doin’, Lizzie?” she asked. A piece of lace stuck out from under her shirt in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. She had a grin I’d only seen on the Cooper girls’ faces when they were talkin’ ‘bout a boy.
“Where’s Rolland?” Mama asked.
Then her eyes drifted over to the wagon. She let out a scream that startled the … Read More