“Where were you today?” Daddy asked me at supper.
Momma shot me a look of whatdya mean where was she today?
“I was at school, the place I go every day. Where did you think I was?”
“I thought you were over by the St. Francis floodway. I followed a yellow corvette all afternoon. It wasn’t you.” He shook his head and grumbled as though bitterly disappointed he didn’t catch me messing up.
“Of course it wasn’t me.”
I knew better than to skip school. In Mississippi County even when you didn’t know what you were doing, everyone else did.
Grace Grits and Gardening
This post was written especially for Write Tribe 100 Words on Saturday. Prompt: She Had The Last Laugh.
Today was my Daddy’s birthday. He would have been seventy-seven. He died twenty years ago…