Ancient Spirits (Daisy Gumm Majesty Books) - Plot & Excerpts
Ma, fork held before her in shock, asked as we sat at the supper table that evening. When I glanced around the table, I saw that Pa and Vi were also staring at me, open-mouthed with astonishment. Oh, goody. After heaving a less-than-ecstatic sigh, I explained. “Harold wants to take me to Egypt to get me away from home. He—and he talked to Johnny Buckingham, who agreed with him—thinks that a change of scenery might be what I need to perk me up.” As if anything could perk up a grieving widow. “How nice of him,” Ma said at last, her voice faint. She allowed her hand to carry her fork the rest of the way to her mouth. That night it had stabbed a bite of cold roast pork. Vi had turned the leftover mashed potatoes into potato patties, fried them in butter, and served the pork and potatoes with a nice green salad. And I still could barely tolerate the idea of food, much less eat more than one or two mouthfuls of it.
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