day."
I thought Aunt Glenda was going to cry. Her
eyes filled with tears, but she sucked in her breath and
nodded. Then she looked out the rear window in the
kitchen to ward Latisha's grave.
"It could have been wonderful for all of us." she
said. "It will be for Harley." Mommy emphasized. I was so proud of her that day, proud of how
she could handle someone as fragile as Aunt Glenda.
Where did Mommy get all her wisdom? I wondered.
So much of her adult life was spent confined to the
wheelchair and to her therapies. She could have had
the most cosmopolitan life, traveled, met all sorts of
wonderful people, vet she didn't waste away at home
wallowing in self-pity. She kept the light brightly l
it
inside her and held off the darkness.
Because of Mommy's influence. Aunt Glenda
even went to a beauty parlor and had her hair cut and
styled and her nails done, They stopped at the
cosmetic counter in the department store and the
beautician on duty performed a makeover right then
and there to show Aunt Glenda some of the
possibilities. After she and Mommy settled on a new dress and matching shoes with a matching purse, Aunt Glenda did look as if her youth and beauty had been
resurrected.
No one was more impressed than Uncle Roy. I
know it caused him to think about himself as well;
without any fanfare, he went out the next day and
bought himself some new clothes, too. When Harley
saw what was happening, he looked astounded, but
instead of being happy, he seemed even more worried.