For some reason , I don't remember why...I was chosen with three other young 2nd graders to sing at a program the Haven High School was having. They made us some very pretty red crepe paper dresses with little ruffles.
Mama kept it hanging in her closet for me. Every once in a while I would go and admire it. This day when I went to admire it, the hanger was empty.
I ran to the kitchen to find mama. Instead there was Eudora with red drops of water running down over her hair. Her hands and face were red and she was crying. There were strips of red paper on the floor and table. I started yelling, mama came in. Yes, that was the end of my red paper dress. Eudora decided she didn't want to be a red head.
Well, I forgave her eventually, and we laughed about it, that was around 20 years later.
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