Here's Betty "helping" me put away the huge pile of laundry generated by our trip and the hand-me-downs she got from Gretchen. Mommy took out a pile of sleepers and began throwing them, one by one, before us, sleepers of soft jersey and thick fleece and fine terry cloth, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the carpet in many colored disarray. While we admired she brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher--sleepers with frog butts and giraffe feet and polka dots in pink and apple-green and lavender and bright blue, with monograms saying "thank heaven for little girls." Suddenly, with a strained sound, Betty bent her head into the sleepers and began to cry stormily. "Wah," she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. "Wah."
In case you are wondering, I'm teaching Gatsby this week.
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