the packet.
There were directions about the bus I was to
take, and there was information about my class with
my teacher's name. Mrs. Morgan. There was a
diagram showing where my classroom was, and then
there was a page about how we were to dress and
behave. Grandmother Emma had somehow taken care
of all the arrangements through her attorney. School
was starting the day after tomorrow,
"You should put all that in your room. dear. As
my sister. Emma, always says. 'As soon as you're
capable of brushing your own teeth, you're
responsible for yourself, which means you're
responsible for your own things.'
"Now what do we have for lunch today?" she
asked me. "Of course, you don't know. You just
arrived. Let's look in the refrigerator."
She opened it and stood back, nodding. "Wouldn't you just love peaches and cream? I
have the cream, and the peaches are in jars down in
the basement. I must have eaten all the peaches I had
Mae Betty bring up, or else," she added, leaning
toward me with her eyes on the doorway, "Mae Betty
ate them."
"I never had peaches and cream for lunch," I
said.
"Well now you will. Just go down the stairs and
to your right you will see the shelves and shelves of
canned peaches, tomatoes and onions. Lester Marshall
does that every year for me. I'll set out our dishes and
give you a glass of milk with a chocolate cream