Mary Jane 2040
Miss Scarlett
Mama says not to worry, the right boy will love me for who I am, not where I live. But I do declare I wouldn’t let any boy within a hundred miles of here. What would any self-respecting boy think of a girl who spends the evening sitting in this wretched old kitchen in her finest gown with nothing but an old cat and a wrench for company?
Mama says things will get better — the old floorboards have already been ripped up and some day soon we’ll have a brand new oak floor, miles of shiny granite countertops and an oven that cooks the meal itself without so much as a by your leave.
I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.
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