An Acquaintance With Darkness
“Our Enemies Make us Strong I LIFTED THE KETTLE of hot water off the small stove in Mrs. McQuade's office and poured it into the basin at her feet, to warm up her foot bath water.
"Don't burn yourself, child. You shouldn't be doing this. You'll scald yourself." "I did a lot more for Mama." I set the kettle back on the stove. "Can I pour you more tea?" "No, thank you. Get your things together now. Your ride should be here shortly." Robert was fetching me. Mrs. McQuade would not let any of her gir...ls walk home alone this day.
The funeral procession was over. It was four o'clock. All that could be heard on Washington's debris-laden streets was some muted talk as crowds of people walked by the front of our school on their way home from the proceedings.
The day had been sunny but now was clouded over. It was starting to drizzle. I stood back and eyed Mrs. McQuade as she soaked her feet in the basin of water.
"Such a day! I'd have forgone it if not for the honor," my teacher said. It was humor.MoreLess
"Don't burn yourself, child. You shouldn't be doing this. You'll scald yourself." "I did a lot more for Mama." I set the kettle back on the stove. "Can I pour you more tea?" "No, thank you. Get your things together now. Your ride should be here shortly." Robert was fetching me. Mrs. McQuade would not let any of her gir...ls walk home alone this day.
The funeral procession was over. It was four o'clock. All that could be heard on Washington's debris-laden streets was some muted talk as crowds of people walked by the front of our school on their way home from the proceedings.
The day had been sunny but now was clouded over. It was starting to drizzle. I stood back and eyed Mrs. McQuade as she soaked her feet in the basin of water.
"Such a day! I'd have forgone it if not for the honor," my teacher said. It was humor.MoreLess
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