Bridge Club

"Get the house straightened up and then go on and fix some of that chicken salad now," say Miss Leefolt.
It's bridge club day. Every fourth Wednesday a the month. A course I already got everthing ready to go - made the chicken salad this morning, ironed the tablecloths yesterday Miss Leefolt seen me at it too. She ain't but twenty-three years old and she like hearing herself tell me what to do.
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"And you make sure Mae Mobley's not coming in on us, now. I teel you, I am so burned up at her - tore up my good stationery into five thousand pieces and I've got fifteen thank-you notes for the Junior League to do..."
I arrange the-this and the-that for her lady friends. Set out the good crystal, put the silver service out. Miss Leefolt don't put up no dinky card table like the other ladies do. We set at the dining room table. Put a cloth on top to cover the big L-shaped crack, move that red flower centerpiece to the sideboard to hide where the wood all scratched. Miss Leefolt, she like it fancy when she do a luncheon. Maybe she trying to make up for her house being small. They ain't rich folk, that I know. Rich folk don't try so hard.


 
  





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