you. And if those are the fanciest panties you own, we're taking
you to Victoria's Secret next time we go to Des Moines."
Polly made a dive for Lydia, who backed into a cluster
of women standing in front of the bar. They gave her a little push back into
the center of the room and she faced off with Polly. All of a sudden chants of "Fight! Fight! Fight! " surrounded the two who were dancing around each
other.
Lydia pulled the panties out from under her shirt and
tossed them up in the air. Polly leaped for them and grabbed them.
"No fight today, ladies, back to your
party." Lydia said.
She walked to Polly with her hands up in surrender. As
she got closer, she said, "I'm sorry, Polly. I couldn't resist. I hope I
haven't embarrassed you too much."
Polly shook her head. "I don't know what to do
with you! You are like no one I've ever met!"
Beryl had walked up as she said the last,
"And it's a very good thing, too, Polly. She keeps us all on our toes!"
The rest of the night passed quietly . Polly
answered questions and suddenly felt as if she were at home. These women wanted
to be her friends and were having a good time, all because of Lydia Merritt. They
genuinely liked Lydia and Polly found she couldn't imagine living here without
knowing this wonderful lady. At one point, she sat back on the
couch and looked around. Women were laughing and eating, drinking and talking. No
one paid any attention to who was drinking alcohol, water or soda. It was a
wonderful party.
Polly checked
her cell phone for the time . Two in the morning. She
should be asleep. A few of the women said something to Lydia, who then turned
and announced to the room. "It's time to pick a winner. Who has the best
story about Polly?"
Each story was read out loud and Polly posed with the woman af ter she read her story so Lydia could snap a picture. Then it was time to vote. Polly
expected the women to yuck it up with the panty story she had told Linda Morse,
and it did come in second, but the largest round of applause went to the story
Adele Mansfield told about the first morning Mary had shown up to make
breakfast and ensure Polly got to school on time.
Polly listened as Adele read what she had written down:
"Mary had never had children of her own and both
of Polly's parents had always let her be part of Polly's childhood, so she felt
as if she knew the little girl well already. She worried, though, that Polly
would resent her in her mama's kitchen. She got everything together at her own
house so she wouldn't make too much of a
mess and clutter up the counters. All she had to do was reheat the gravy and pour it over some biscuits. When she
set the table and everyone sat down, Polly sat down beside her. She reached out
with her little hand to hold Mary's while her daddy offered grace. When he said
"Amen," Polly squeezed the woman's hand and smiled up at her."
Polly looked over at Adele. "That's not the story I told you," she said, with a quiver in
her voice.
"No it's not, honey. Your Mary was my sister's
best friend. She told me that story and I thought I'd share it with you today. She
loved your mama and she loved you and would be awfully proud of you, I think."
Polly stood up and walked over to hug Adele. "I'm
glad you're getting the prize. That's the best story of the night," she
said , tears threatening . "Will you promise to tell me more about Mary
and your sister someday?"
"I certainly will. Maybe you can come over for
lunch one of these days when you're not too busy." Adele responded.
"It's a date. I'll call you," Polly said.
"Well, Adele," said Lydia. "It looks
like you're the winner!" and she pulled out a beautiful satin, purple robe
with a hot pink sash. All of the ladies laughed and then oohed and aahed over the robe.
Since Adele was
one of the women who was heading home for
the night, Polly gave her a quick hug before they all left
by the back door.
When they were gone, Lydia said, "I can put a
movie in, or you can all go to bed. Most
you to Victoria's Secret next time we go to Des Moines."
Polly made a dive for Lydia, who backed into a cluster
of women standing in front of the bar. They gave her a little push back into
the center of the room and she faced off with Polly. All of a sudden chants of "Fight! Fight! Fight! " surrounded the two who were dancing around each
other.
Lydia pulled the panties out from under her shirt and
tossed them up in the air. Polly leaped for them and grabbed them.
"No fight today, ladies, back to your
party." Lydia said.
She walked to Polly with her hands up in surrender. As
she got closer, she said, "I'm sorry, Polly. I couldn't resist. I hope I
haven't embarrassed you too much."
Polly shook her head. "I don't know what to do
with you! You are like no one I've ever met!"
Beryl had walked up as she said the last,
"And it's a very good thing, too, Polly. She keeps us all on our toes!"
The rest of the night passed quietly . Polly
answered questions and suddenly felt as if she were at home. These women wanted
to be her friends and were having a good time, all because of Lydia Merritt. They
genuinely liked Lydia and Polly found she couldn't imagine living here without
knowing this wonderful lady. At one point, she sat back on the
couch and looked around. Women were laughing and eating, drinking and talking. No
one paid any attention to who was drinking alcohol, water or soda. It was a
wonderful party.
Polly checked
her cell phone for the time . Two in the morning. She
should be asleep. A few of the women said something to Lydia, who then turned
and announced to the room. "It's time to pick a winner. Who has the best
story about Polly?"
Each story was read out loud and Polly posed with the woman af ter she read her story so Lydia could snap a picture. Then it was time to vote. Polly
expected the women to yuck it up with the panty story she had told Linda Morse,
and it did come in second, but the largest round of applause went to the story
Adele Mansfield told about the first morning Mary had shown up to make
breakfast and ensure Polly got to school on time.
Polly listened as Adele read what she had written down:
"Mary had never had children of her own and both
of Polly's parents had always let her be part of Polly's childhood, so she felt
as if she knew the little girl well already. She worried, though, that Polly
would resent her in her mama's kitchen. She got everything together at her own
house so she wouldn't make too much of a
mess and clutter up the counters. All she had to do was reheat the gravy and pour it over some biscuits. When she
set the table and everyone sat down, Polly sat down beside her. She reached out
with her little hand to hold Mary's while her daddy offered grace. When he said
"Amen," Polly squeezed the woman's hand and smiled up at her."
Polly looked over at Adele. "That's not the story I told you," she said, with a quiver in
her voice.
"No it's not, honey. Your Mary was my sister's
best friend. She told me that story and I thought I'd share it with you today. She
loved your mama and she loved you and would be awfully proud of you, I think."
Polly stood up and walked over to hug Adele. "I'm
glad you're getting the prize. That's the best story of the night," she
said , tears threatening . "Will you promise to tell me more about Mary
and your sister someday?"
"I certainly will. Maybe you can come over for
lunch one of these days when you're not too busy." Adele responded.
"It's a date. I'll call you," Polly said.
"Well, Adele," said Lydia. "It looks
like you're the winner!" and she pulled out a beautiful satin, purple robe
with a hot pink sash. All of the ladies laughed and then oohed and aahed over the robe.
Since Adele was
one of the women who was heading home for
the night, Polly gave her a quick hug before they all left
by the back door.
When they were gone, Lydia said, "I can put a
movie in, or you can all go to bed. Most
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