Page 115 - The Last Gift

truck near the house. It made two more trips that
evening, and when she looked in the window, she
saw that the house contained shiny new
appliances, couches, chairs, and big screen
televisions.

Jealousy tugged at her heart. She couldn’t
remember ever having a new appliance. Every
one she had purchased had been found in the
want ads or at a thrift shop. Her stove had one
plate that didn’t work and one that only got
warm. Her washer rattled as if it would fall
apart, and she had to dry clothes on a drying rack
because her dryer had quit altogether. Her living
room furniture had been there since before she
had. The chairs were worn, and the couch leaned
to one end. She tried telling herself it didn’t
matter, but she knew it did. She would have

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