Mother asked.“That I didn't call Mr Kane and let you know I wasn't coining by bus.”“What's done is done. So, what's in the boxes Tonio left?”“It's a present for you. Not from him. From me. Open it and see.”She smiled. “Always thinking of your mother. My good right hand.” She opened the lid of the top box. “What's this?” She lifted out a Mason jar.I told her I had planned to get her something nice with the money I made mowing lawns, but I hadn't made enough for anything really nice, so I...“Tomatoes?”“Yes. Home canned. Aunt Lorna put them up.”“And they sold them to you?”“Yes. I got them for what I had earned from cutting lawns, six dollars and eighty cents for thirty-six quarts. That's less than twenty cents a—”“Six dollars and eighty cents for her tomatoes? Tonio's idea, I'll bet.” Mother let the Mason jar drop back into the box with a clunk. The three boxes of quart jars stood on the table for the rest of that afternoon then were stored on top of the wardrobe in her bedroom where they remained, unused, until we moved away from North Pearl years later, when they were thrown out.
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