One Dollar and Eighty-Seven Cents

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. … Continue reading One Dollar and Eighty-Seven Cents

At Home with the Davis Family

David has a new recliner. I have a new recliner, too, but I am a mean, contemptible battleaxe and I do not share. (I do put a blanket on my chair and tuck William in at night. Ernest won't share David's chair, either.)