"Are you sure you're supposed to place an order?" Fiona asks me on the phone as I'm placing an order. "Shouldn't we try to just limp along, rearrange things as best we can?"
"No, Sr. Hildegard told me to call and order for confirmation."
"Can we afford this?" she almost whispers. Fiona goes to church with me but she also works at a florist where we do all the ordering for Christmas and Easter (other plants I pick up at the wholesaler, but this is my connection for big orders).
"The archbishop is coming," I explain.
"Oh! Well, then!"
Conversations with Middle Schoolers #55
9 years ago
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