Is It You?
I woke up early this morning without the aid of my mother calling me or Jean pulling the covers off of my body. I was eager to get to Annie to find out if she was the girl in the picture I took from Mr. Jimmy’s room. I avoided Mr. Jimmy’s questions as I ate my breakfast, grabbed my books, and rushed out of the house, dragging Jean with me.
“So, what are you going to say to her?” Jean asked me as we approached Annie’s house.
“I’m gonna say, is this you, and then show her the picture.”
“Well, now, big Sis is following little Sis’s directions. About time.”
“You have a good thought now and then.”
“If it’s not her, then what?”
“Then nothing. It’s not my business if it isn’t Annie.”
“It’s not your business now? If you hadn’t been snooping in the first place you wouldn’t even know about the picture. You’re just being nosy that’s all.”
I was getting ready to reply to that remark, because I am not nosy, she is the one that is nosy, but we were at Annie’s house now and she was waiting for us on the porch steps. She jumped up and ran down the steps to meet us.