instead of the heavy maroon draperies that matched the cushions on the twelve chairs. Maybe, if Jess gave the okay, she could take up the forest green carpeting and have the floors sanded and varnished. Then again, they rarely used the dining room. Maud always liked to eat in the kitchen, where it was warm and cozy, saying the dining room was for company or special occasions. On the other hand, maybe she should leave it alone and wait till the wallpaper fell off.
Nealy stood and turned on the lights. She did love the crystal chandelier over the table. It sparkled now; Carmela must have cleaned it recently. The pudgy housekeeper was a whirling dervish when it came to cleaning for the holidays. The house was always in an uproar, with buckets, rags, and the smell of furniture polish everywhere. Maud hated it. She preferred the smell of cinnamon, coffee beans, and orange peels that Carmela kept in the warming oven.
Nealy sighed. She would get dressed up. For Maud. Sheâd wear the lavender-wool dress Maud had helped her pick out last year for Christmas. Sheâd wear the pearls Jess gave her the year before. After all, it was Thanksgiving.
She heard the commotion the minute she stepped off the top step onto the second-floor hallway. She knew the doctor was being summoned, knew by the look on Emmieâs face. Jess was nowhere to be seen. âWhat?â she screamed. Emmie just stared at her, tears streaming down her cheeks.
It was Maudâs time.
âQuick, Emmie, you have to help me. Listen to me, honey. Thereâs something we have to do for Miss Maud. Quick now.â
Nealy raced into her room for the tissue-wrapped nightgown and the Strawberry Whip nail polish. She shoved the nurse out of the way and struggled, with Emmieâs help, to get the scratchy hospital gown away from Maudâs withered body. It seemed to Nealy that Maud was easier to handle as she slipped the nightgown over her head and smoothed it down over her wasted body. When Maudâs head rolled to the side, Nealy gasped. She bent over and placed her ear against her chest. Satisfied that she was still breathing, she spoke quietly, gently as she pushed the covers to the foot of the bed before she twisted off the cap of the nail polish. She dipped and swirled the tiny brush as the nurse clucked her disapproval. âDid anyone call the minister?â Nealy demanded.
âMr. Wooley said he was going to do that. This is highly irregular. The woman is dying. Why are you painting her toenails?â Her voice was so cold, so emotionless, Nealy fought the urge to slap her.
âDoes it matter?â Nealy said quietly as she gathered her daughter close. She looked down at Emmie, and whispered, âI want to do something. I donât know what to do. I was going to get dressed up but . . . I thought . . .â
Jess rushed into the room, the minister behind him. The doctor was third in line as he lumbered into the room. He took his position on one side of the bed, the minister on the other. Jess pushed his way to the bed and reached for Maudâs hand. Nealy heard the strangled sound, certain it came from Maud, but in reality it came from Jess as he looked down at the bright shiny penny in his wifeâs hand.
âOh, Emmie, you gave Maud your penny! Oh God!â Nealy said. Her hands flew to her face as she tried to comprehend her daughterâs generosity, then wondered if she should mention that the original penny was locked up in Maudâs bedroom safe. She decided it really didnât matter.
Emmieâs fingers worked furiously. To help her feel better when she gets to that strange, new place. Like when Uncle Pyne gave it to me when we came here.
Emmieâs fingers continued to move. Look, Mama, Miss Maud made a fist. That means she knows she has the penny. Sheâs holding it tight in her hand.
Nealy was sure it was a spasm. Through her tears, she thought she saw Maud smile. Another spasm? A grimace? And
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