TITLE: MOVING ON
GENRE: MG historical fiction
Patsy slunk into the kitchen and plopped onto a chair at the table. Sun motes danced in the heavy air. Window screens could keep out the flies but not the sweltering August heat. Patsy drummed her fingers on the yellow, plastic tablecloth.
Mother looked up from her task of snapping beans for tonight’s supper. “If you’re joining me, you can help string these beans,” she said. Mother mopped perspiration from her forehead with the kitchen towel in her lap. “Could it be more humid?” she asked.
Patsy sighed and crossed her long legs. One foot tapped while the other jiggled. Then she reached for the nearby can of Charles Chips on the counter, snapped it open, and pulled out a handful of chips. “Geez, Louise. Where is Olivia?” she whined. “She knows I’ve been waiting here all morning for her to fill me in about her trip and her dad’s decision. For a best friend, she sure is slow.”
Crunch. Patsy stuffed the mound of chips into her mouth.
“It’s not going to do you any good to stew over this.” Mother spread out the already-read Charlotte Observer between her and Patsy and piled beans onto it. “Help me and get your mind off Olivia.”
“What did Mrs. Nelson say to you on the phone last night? You were crying after. I saw.” Patsy searched her mother’s face for a clue. The theme song to Howdy Doody traveled down the hall from the den. “I swear, looks like Angela would get tired of that show.”