First, long underwear, wool socks and heavy wool pants; then a carefully planned combination of shirts and sweaters that would fit under my warm, blue wool jacket. By this time in November, the Nebraska weather was getting snapping cold. The leaves were down off the trees, the sky was bright, fall blue, and the wind came whipping across the plains, carrying hints of snow from the tops of the Rockies to the West. It was no time to go out biking unprepared. I had struggled into almost everything when Carla Mae arrived. She was so bundled up that my Grandmother hardly recognized her when she came in the front door. “Zattie rettie?” Carla Mae asked. “My land, Carla Mae,” Grandma laughed. “Can’t understand a word you’re saying. Take off that muffler.” Grandma helped Carla Mae unwind part of the long, wool scarf that covered her chin and mouth. “Is Addie ready?” Carla Mae repeated. “I’m coming!” I screamed from the bedroom, and waddled out to the living room, dragging my boots and jacket with me.
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