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    Cornucopia ~ Chapter 6 ~ Thanksgiving Wednesday (Part Two of Four)

    Story written on December 11, 2008 by Spumoni.
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    Words: 8189
    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=71952
    Author Notes:

    Venn diagrams are diagrams that show all hypothetically possible logical relations between a finite collection of sets (groups of things or, in this case, the framily)

     

     

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    Peggy was disappointed by the pedestrian parish hall to which she and Helena had been led by the church’s pastor.  Peggy had been hoping for something that was dramatically poverty stricken, not a shabby room with a dropped ceiling of once white fiberboard. 

     

    On the drive to the parish hall, Peggy had explained what they would be doing that afternoon.  Helena had at first thought that it was a prank.  When she realized it wasn’t, she declined to participate. 

     

    Peggy had not intended their afternoon to be a punishment, though her daughter thought so.  She intended it as an eye-opener.  So, it didn’t matter how Peggy managed to get Helena’s participation.

     

    “Well, that’s fine Helena.  Both you and I could use a reminder every now and then of how lucky we are.  I am sorry that I chose this without speaking to you first.’

     

    Peggy paused and looked at her daughter.  “Helena, I have seen your good and kind heart.  I know that you aren’t refusing to join me because you don’t care for these people. When the car drops me off, have him take you home and then come back to wait for me.”

     

    “Thank you, Mummy.”

     

    “That’s fine dear.  There is no reason I should make you do something when you are afraid.”

     

    “Afraid!”

     

    When the car arrived at the address 15 minutes later, both Peabodys exited.

     

    The pantry’s volunteers had been alerted that someone important was coming.  They had neatened the room a bit and swept the floor in response.  They were buzzing with excitement, expecting a celebrity and were disappointed when Peggy and Helena walked into the room.

     

    “This is Peggy and her daughter Helena.  They want to help us today,” the pastor announced.

     

    “Hello, all.  Thank you for allowing us to help you today,” Peggy announced.  When no one approached, Peggy strode to the closest worker.  She thrust her hand out, “Hello, I’m Peggy.  Now, what can I do?”

     

    Helena watched her mother.  She walked to another part of the room and thrust her hand at another of the helpers, “I’m Helena.  What can you give me to do?”

     

    They worked for hours, breaking occasionally for cups of terrible coffee. 

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    1. Hey there, thx so much for this. Always enjoy your stories and I’m learning, like the NY Public Library-over here u just have to go sort your own books out unless u make a request to the National Library or to a University Library.Like the names of the Lions.And cereal actually doesn’t have much nutritional value so maybe Bette and Tina could make Angie a nice smoothie with berries, yoghurt and an an egg for protein-no need to tell her about the egg though. Just a thought. PPS

    2. I love the flashbacks with Tina’s family. Bette’s family (Or should I say Kit and David) seems full of sadness. I can’t wait for the next post.

    3. hey don’t get me wrong here but if time permits and the creative flow comes through, a nice story similar to this one but without the flashbacks, with B & T would be fun to read, not that this one isn’t.

    5. ”I have taken some Liberties when writing this story” – So you’re wearing a big copper dress that’s turning green, w 7-spikes on yer head and carrying a big book and a torch?… interesting… ;-)

    6. So paths crosses without the travelers necessarily meeting? OK. Too bad Bette didn’t disembark in NY, with that mouth she would have fit right in. Inspired and colorful insults are an ancient art form there. I daresay I’ve gotten off a few good ones there myself. At about the time of the flash backs I worked across 5th Ave. from the library and in warm weather I’d join the masses of office workers to have lunch on the steps and terraces out front near the lions. It usually was a nice break but there was that time 2 men were arguing, one on the terrace above me and the other below, about the man above’s wife. I was grateful when they moved along, taking the argument farther across the steps with them. I’m not a parent, but I was a finicky eater as a child. I’d have to tell Bette to skip the sushi. Not much shelf life with that.

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