Thanksgiving was somber, but Alex managed to coax along a very early cozy dinner.
"So, we'll be ready for gray Thursday." He informed everyone.
"So that's what they're calling it." Timo wasn't amused since he had to be in early anyway, even if it were at Dollar General. It would definitely be more than a nine hour day at work.
Of course, Hattie squeezed his hand as if he'd manage through it, somehow. He was mainly a stockboy, anyhow. But there were days he was the only one there to handle the cash register too. It was definitely one of those jobs where one stepped up.
But according to Alex, the logical thing to do was "You eat, you sleep and then you shop."
That's exactly what he and Logan did as soon as 8 p.m. came around.
Hattie didn't follow. She read a book she'd came across where she worked. It was an old book, actually a nonfiction diary about a girl who'd lived in this area around the end of the Civil War. Hattie was instantly caught up in it, about the customs of those times, the very long courtships, and how the narrator's fella would walk a good sixty miles to see her on the weekends. And when they got married, she had a tooth ache and his feet were so sore. They didn't do so much on their wedding night. As it was they ended up going in a caravan to Denver where her husband was in the Calvary, and she ended up being a nurse to the soldiers. They lived in a tent a good portion of their married life. They never had any children of their own, but fostered plenty over the years.
Hattie spent all night reading the book, caught up in someone else's life. She laughed. She cried, and wondered in the end if she'd ever make a difference in anyone's life.