corner before someone else grabbed it.
After dinner, Bat walked Leta back
to the shop. He left her at the door. With his hands in his
pockets, he whistled all the way home. He had enjoyed his noon meal
with the seamstress. She had a good sense of humor and a sunny
chuckle.
She seemed to hit it off with his
sister, Billie, which helped make the time go more smoothly. He
wasn't sure he could have filled in with enough conversation to
keep things from getting awkward if Billie hadn't been there to
fill in the gaps. He wasn't used to talking to women except for
Billie and the girls. They didn't count since they were
kin.
He sure hoped he was able to find
a woman that was something like the owner of the Seamstress Shop.
One that the women in his family liked, and he could get along with
as easy as he did Leta.
Chapter Seven
A couple days later, Bat just
happened to be walking by Leta's Seamstress Shop at closing time.
She was twisting the key in the lock. She looked up and smiled at
him when she recognized him.
Bat tugged his hat brim and
greeted, “Evenin’, Miss Leta. How’s the bonnet comin’?”
“I’ve gotten it about half done,”
She said as she dropped the door key in her black receptacle and
pulled the draw strings tight. “I'm glad you came by. I've wanted
to ask you if there is any special trim you would like sewn on the
bonnet to dress it up?”
“I reckon I should just leave that
up to ya seein’ as how I’m not much to know those things,” Bat
said. “Well, I won’t keep ya. It’s supper time.”
“That it is,” Leta said. “Wait a
minute, Bat.” She tapped her lips. “Say, I have an idea. I feel as
if I owe you a meal. Why don’t you come home with me for supper? We
can discuss what I can do special to dress up your bonnet. I can
show you some choices of trim which might spark an idea about what
this special woman of yours would be partial to.”
“Don’t want to have ya go to any
trouble on my account,” Bat said bashfully. He winced inwardly at
the mention of a special woman in his life that didn't
exist.
“No trouble if you like scrambled
eggs and fried potatoes. That's as quick a meal as I can make since
I haven't been near a stove all day as you well know,” she said and
giggled.
“Some of my favorite food. Believe
I’ll take ya up on that,” Bat said, taking the arm she held out to
him.
After supper, Leta escorted Bat
into the parlor. “Sit for a spell and visit with me if you’re not
in any hurry to get somewhere else.”
Bat wondered if this was where he
was supposed to say he had to leave to visit his special friend.
“No hurry, but you've had a long day at the shop and must be
tired.”
“I am that, but I need to unwind
for a spell before I retire for the night. Sitting here does that
for me,” Leta explained as she eased onto the brown velvet
settee.
Bat surveyed the room as he sat
down in the rocker beside the settee. “Right nice home ya have,
Leta.”
“I like it,” She said proudly then
she frowned. “I just wish I had it paid for.”
“You’re a hard worker with a
successful business, so that’s gonna happen. I can just bet on
that,” Bat assured her.
“Well, thank you for your
confidence. Now about the bonnet. Do you think the lucky lady would
like some sort of trim on it to dress it up?”
“If ya say so, I’ll go along with
that,” Bat said. “I ain't much of a hand to know that sort of
thing.”
Leta rose and walked over to a
roll top desk. She picked up a small box and brought it back. She
lifted out several cards of trim. “I have all of these to choose
from. See one you like?”
Bat made the effort to study the
trims. “Nope, Leta. Reckon ya better pick for me.”
Leta set the box on the settee
beside her and rubbed a wrinkle out of her skirt. “Who did you say
the bonnet was for?”
“I didn’t say.” It tickled Bat
that she was curious enough to fish for a name. If he could tell
anyone his secret, it would be
After dinner, Bat walked Leta back
to the shop. He left her at the door. With his hands in his
pockets, he whistled all the way home. He had enjoyed his noon meal
with the seamstress. She had a good sense of humor and a sunny
chuckle.
She seemed to hit it off with his
sister, Billie, which helped make the time go more smoothly. He
wasn't sure he could have filled in with enough conversation to
keep things from getting awkward if Billie hadn't been there to
fill in the gaps. He wasn't used to talking to women except for
Billie and the girls. They didn't count since they were
kin.
He sure hoped he was able to find
a woman that was something like the owner of the Seamstress Shop.
One that the women in his family liked, and he could get along with
as easy as he did Leta.
Chapter Seven
A couple days later, Bat just
happened to be walking by Leta's Seamstress Shop at closing time.
She was twisting the key in the lock. She looked up and smiled at
him when she recognized him.
Bat tugged his hat brim and
greeted, “Evenin’, Miss Leta. How’s the bonnet comin’?”
“I’ve gotten it about half done,”
She said as she dropped the door key in her black receptacle and
pulled the draw strings tight. “I'm glad you came by. I've wanted
to ask you if there is any special trim you would like sewn on the
bonnet to dress it up?”
“I reckon I should just leave that
up to ya seein’ as how I’m not much to know those things,” Bat
said. “Well, I won’t keep ya. It’s supper time.”
“That it is,” Leta said. “Wait a
minute, Bat.” She tapped her lips. “Say, I have an idea. I feel as
if I owe you a meal. Why don’t you come home with me for supper? We
can discuss what I can do special to dress up your bonnet. I can
show you some choices of trim which might spark an idea about what
this special woman of yours would be partial to.”
“Don’t want to have ya go to any
trouble on my account,” Bat said bashfully. He winced inwardly at
the mention of a special woman in his life that didn't
exist.
“No trouble if you like scrambled
eggs and fried potatoes. That's as quick a meal as I can make since
I haven't been near a stove all day as you well know,” she said and
giggled.
“Some of my favorite food. Believe
I’ll take ya up on that,” Bat said, taking the arm she held out to
him.
After supper, Leta escorted Bat
into the parlor. “Sit for a spell and visit with me if you’re not
in any hurry to get somewhere else.”
Bat wondered if this was where he
was supposed to say he had to leave to visit his special friend.
“No hurry, but you've had a long day at the shop and must be
tired.”
“I am that, but I need to unwind
for a spell before I retire for the night. Sitting here does that
for me,” Leta explained as she eased onto the brown velvet
settee.
Bat surveyed the room as he sat
down in the rocker beside the settee. “Right nice home ya have,
Leta.”
“I like it,” She said proudly then
she frowned. “I just wish I had it paid for.”
“You’re a hard worker with a
successful business, so that’s gonna happen. I can just bet on
that,” Bat assured her.
“Well, thank you for your
confidence. Now about the bonnet. Do you think the lucky lady would
like some sort of trim on it to dress it up?”
“If ya say so, I’ll go along with
that,” Bat said. “I ain't much of a hand to know that sort of
thing.”
Leta rose and walked over to a
roll top desk. She picked up a small box and brought it back. She
lifted out several cards of trim. “I have all of these to choose
from. See one you like?”
Bat made the effort to study the
trims. “Nope, Leta. Reckon ya better pick for me.”
Leta set the box on the settee
beside her and rubbed a wrinkle out of her skirt. “Who did you say
the bonnet was for?”
“I didn’t say.” It tickled Bat
that she was curious enough to fish for a name. If he could tell
anyone his secret, it would be
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