Not even Catherine’s dad dared bring one of the Amazon sized vehicles he liked to joy ride into the parking lot. Some things were sacred; including keeping things to scale. We convoyed the three miles from Misty Brook in a small fleet of scooters and three wheelers, making sure the various storage compartments and trunks could hold everything we’d come to buy.
Bruce was taking his kid over to Gulliver’s Sweets for an ice cream cone and some candy to take home. All of the sweets were homemade and completely safe. No one ever worried about having an accident after a scoop with sprinkles at Gulliver’s.
The girls, Catherine, Michelle, and Irene were making a day of it: They were going to Cassinus and Peter’s, (a barber shop and salon that didn’t try to make Little women look like baby dolls); Young Nymph Pedicures, (where women could get their feet massaged in ways that didn’t involve ‘This Little Piggie’); and The Lady’s Dressing Room, (where nothing had frills and all hems went well below the knee).