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A Seed Is Planted
April 1948 ~ Kavanaugh’s Pub, St. Louis
Shirley dropped her books on a table in the corner of the storeroom and tied her apron around her waist.
“Shirley, is that you?” Her mother’s voice floated in from the kitchen.
“Yes. Sorry I’m late. Billy Collins stole my homework and told me I couldn’t have it back until I gave him a kiss,” she said, peering into the cloudy, speckled mirror that hung above the table as she tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to smooth her hair. She’d inherited her mother’s unruly Scottish curls, and they didn’t respond well to the St. Louis humidity that rose from the Mississippi River and settled over the city as soon as the weather warmed up. Continue reading A Seed Is Planted