Michael Malone - Weebly

those crazy bra burners are out screaming how women
have the right to get out of the kitchen and go to work!
Every one of them ought to be forced to work at the
A&P, that's all I can say."
"Good morning, Sarah." Mrs. Haig made her effort
to smile.
At her leisure Sarah wore slacks and a sleeveless
blouse of slick orange synthetics. It had blue stripes that
nearly matched her blue straw sandals with strawberries
painted on them. Her yellow topknot nearly matched
her big yellow plastic handbag with the Golden Gate
Bridge painted on it. She clopped over to the counter
and dropped a sloppy package down in front of Judith.
Wrapped in an old A&P bag, taped erratically, and tied
with five feet of string, the box was addressed in giant
chartreuse letters. "A pair of pjs for my brother, Eddie.
I guess they still wear them, even out in California, you
think? Better make it special delivery, I totally forgot
him and he's real touchy about his birthday. Orchid said
it was tomorrow. What can you do? He's out of a job,
too. Went out there because there was nothing here,
and then there's nothing there.