During the second week of the meeting, we were late getting
off to church one night because, while Mama and Papa were getting
dressed, they whispered so long about Mister Ward. Papa was real
bothered about something Mister Ward might do. And Mama kept
saying, "Jodie, please don't you do anything drastic! You'd just
make bad matters a heap worse."
Papa slipped on his good shirt and told her, "What gets my
goat is that he's started telling all over the settlement that I
didn't fight him fair and square. Says I yelled for the baby to
pour that coal oil on him. That makes me so mad I could kill him!
To hear him tell it, I started the fight. He's hell-bent on
getting revenge!"
"Shh, Jodie, don't forget who's sitting right behind you,
buttoning up her shoes."
That was me. And I was having a hard time with my shoes.
"Mama, can I go barefooted tonight? Just one time?"
"Not to Protracted Meeting!"
So I wore my squeezing shoes again.
Mama said I could get a lot out of the meeting if I'd only
listen to what was going on.
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