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 It was Thursday again. Mabel Adams asked at the
desk to be sure.
“Thursday all day, Mabel,” the girl said. “Don’t forget to get your
hair done today. Two o’clock … right?”
“Right,” Mabel said, locking the time away in her mind. “Two
o’clock. On Thursday.”
She took her purple walker and went half a block to the counter at
the drug store.
That nice Williams girl came over with a smile and a menu.
“Tuna on toast, Mrs. Adams?”
“Uh, sure. I like that.”
“Hot tea?”
“Yes please.”
After she ate, she started down the sidewalk toward the Curl Up ‘N
Dye beauty parlor. The watch pinned on her dress said one forty
five.
Mabel went over to her usual chair and sat down. Fran came over and
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“You still look pretty
ravishing, Mabel,” she said. “Sure you want a touch-up today?”
Mabel nodded.
“Going to watch that movie with the girls tonight?”
Movie. Tonight.
“Sure,” said Mabel.
It's nice to live in a small town, because if you don't know what
you are doing, someone else does.
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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