Just Plain Al: The Al Series, Book Five - Plot & Excerpts
“Are you doing needlepoint?” I said. Usually when she looks harassed that way it means she’s doing needlepoint. “No,” she said grumpily. “I’m working my buns off. Come on in, but don’t expect me to entertain you.” Entertain me? Since when. I followed her into her bedroom. It was a mess. It looked as if robbers had trashed it looking for cash stashed under the mattress. Or the world’s biggest diamond. “What happened?” Al bent over a pile of clothes and began tossing them every which way. Bright spots of color flew through the air like confetti: yellow, red, blue, orange. “I’m getting rid of it. Giving it all away.” I picked a plaid shirt off my head where it had landed. “What for?” I asked. Al drew herself up and gave me her holy look. All she does to look holy, she told me, is think of St. Francis of Assisi feeding the starving pigeons. I’ve tried it on my mother when she’s accused me of something I’ve done, or haven’t done. It doesn’t do any good at all.
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