Michael Malone - Weebly

you want?
Place is claustrophobic. Time to get rid of it all.
Take whatever you like. Be a big help."
Too nonplussed to answer, much less chalk up her
choices, Polly looked politely around the room, hoping
she gave the impression that she longed for everything
she saw.
"Well, now," said Miss Dingley, wheeling a table in
front of her chair as she drove up to the girl. "I didn't
ask you here to unload my white elephants on you. Or
owls. What'll you have?" Bottle after bottle was held up
as if being auctioned. "Coke. Root beer. Ginger ale.
Seven-Up. Apple cider. Don't suppose you drink
ale. Milk."
"Oh, anything's fine."
The fat woman jutted out her strange hawk's face.
"Never don't ask for what you want. If you're lucky
enough to know what it is.
Take charge!"
"Root beer, please."
"That's better." Miss Dingley had silver ice tongs,
which Polly had never seen before. She had silver