In a month or so, I’ll mark your mail as ‘Addressee Deceased, Return to Sender’ and that should be the end of it. I’ll call the director at the lab tomorrow and request emergency family leave for the next two weeks. That will give me enough time to take care of your affairs and prepare my request for retirement. Right now, I’m going to take my babies shopping.”
She picked up her purse and pushed the stroller out to the porch, locking the door behind her. Then she put us in our seats in the car and off we went. I was amazed at my momma’s lack of response to our dresses. She hadn’t said anything to us. What was going on? Surely she couldn’t have missed them. Why was she taking us shopping? She had bought enough clothes at Wal-Mart yesterday to last us until winter. What was she planning?