TITLE: The Summer of Miracle Maude
GENRE: MG Historical
“Emmmma! Emma Sue!”
Emma hid in the hayloft. She wasn't coming out no matter how long Aunty called. Nosirree. She’d seen Unk clomp across the yard, his ax over his shoulder. It was killing time, and she wanted no part of killing.
“Emma Sue Saunders! If you don’t come now, there’ll be no supper for you tonight.”
Big threat. She’d rather starve than pick up dead chickens. And these weren’t just dead chickens. These were dead chickens with bloody necks and no heads. She sighed. It was 1935, for crying out loud. If Mom could buy her chicken at the store, why couldn’t Aunty?
The barn door squealed.
“Emma Sue, I know you’re in here. Now come on out. We have work to do. We’ve no time for silly games.”
Emma peeked through a crack between the floorboards. A sliver of sunlight sliced into the shaded barn below. Aunty stood in it, her back stiff as a rake, her flowered housedress unwrinkled, her apron spotless. Not one wisp of brown hair escaped the bun tied up on the back of her head. She peered over her bifocals and glanced up at the loft.
“All right, then,” Aunty said. “Stay here. You’ll come out when you get hungry. But don’t expect supper if you haven’t finished your chores. And there’ll be no radio tonight.”
Emma jerked back from the floorboards. No radio? What was she supposed to do all night? Read?