It’s Thursday and I’m on my way over to Pearl’s to walk Pearl the dog. I’m feeling a little depressed. There’s going to be a music contest in Martin on Saturday and I have to play in a quartet and play a solo. That isn’t why I’m upset though. First of all, Mom got mad because I didn’t tell her I volunteered her to drive some kids to Martin until this morning. She said she didn’t even know I was playing a saxophone solo and when did I practice because she never did hear me play my horn that much. At least she didn’t say no to driving us. It would be kind of late notice to get someone else’s mom to drive. I was going to ask her to buy me a poorboy dress like all the other girls are wearing to the contest. They are so neat. I just love them, but I don’t have enough time now to get Mom back into a giving mood.
“Hi Pearl, I’m here…are you?
“Yes…I’m in the living room. Come on in here, I want to show you something.”
Pearl had three boxes in front of her that she had already opened. She told me last week she ordered some new things from Penney’s.
“I see you got some new nightgowns, Pearl. Are you worried you’re going to get comatose before Christmas?”
“Oh, heavens to Betsy, no. They were on sale. Essie, You have really been working hard over here, what with the recent bad weather and those days Grace and I were out of sorts. I heard you say the other day that you were hoping your mom would buy you a new dress for the music contest.”
“Yeah, but she’s pretty poor. I didn’t even ask her.”
“Well, here then. Open this box. Better yet…take in Faith’s old room, try it on and come out and show me how it looks.”
I was pretty excited. This is the dress I’d been looking at. I could just imagine how it would look on me.
I tore open that box in a hurry. This is what Pearl got me.
“Come on dear, I can’t wait to see it on you. I remembered you said it had a different fabric on the top and a belt.”
Oh, my…you will be the best dressed girl there. It fits perfectly and it’s got pizzazz! Go across the hall and get Grace. I want her to take a picture of us.
I did my best to pretend I liked the dress. I wouldn’t hurt Pearl’s feelings for anything. She didn’t get to be a mom. My mom says Pearl worked hard in her beauty shop all those years and she was on her feet so much she got very close veins.