Chapter 18 — Just Monday Morning

Then the mill changed his schedule again.

He came home one Friday with a folded white notice in his shirt pocket and set it beside his dinner plate while I pushed my peas around with my fork.

Starting Monday, he was to report for his original five-thirty shift or forfeit his permanent place on the main crew.

This time Nana did not have to be standing in our kitchen for me to hear her voice making its argument.

I could hear it perfectly well on its own.