Jose.” Ella told them.
Back to the baby department they headed. Maria looked at all the nice baby clothes. She turned to Ella and said. “Ms. Ella would like you to pick out Jose’s clothes. I love everything. It will make me happy.”
“You sure?” Ella asked.
“I’m positive.” Maria said with a smile knowing she was making Ms. Ella happy.
Ella took forever choosing perfect clothes for little Jose. You would think she was a new mother.
Ella being without siblings and no children of her own feels she has a lot missing in her life. A large missing part of the puzzle of her life is being fulfilled. Fulfilled by stranger’s that came to her door in the middle of the night.
Another trip to the station wagon was needed.
“Ms. Ella, I don’t know how we can ever repay you.” Juan told Ella.
“You don’t owe me anything. I want you and Maria to look nice and feel good about yourself.” Ella told Juan.
“One more trip into the mall and we are heading home.” Ella said.
Ella took them to a nice shoe store. Maria picked out a pair of sneakers and one pair of dress shoes. Juan got a pair of work shoes, sneakers and a pair of dress shoes.
“Juan,” Maria said, “I know we must be dreaming. Please don’t pinch me.”
Ella laughed and smiled at the two of them. On the drive home all they could talk about was Jose’s room. How beautiful it was going to be. Maria mentioned they hadn’t bought clothes since before they were married five years ago. She told Ella how very thankful they are for her generosity.
FOUR
When Ella was growing up in Linville her dad was away from home during the week. He commuted to San Francisco leaving early Monday mornings and usually returning on Friday evening unless he had a pressing trial be needed to prepare for. If that be the case he stayed in the city. The firm had a Cessna plane Mr. Ferguson used for his commute. Within a little over an hour from the time he left the office he could be landing at the local Linville airport in the small four seats Cessna. If something came up at home needing his input he usually had access to the plane.
Mrs. Ferguson and daughter Ella made many shopping trips to San Francisco. Ella may have been a tall skinny lanky teenager but she was a stylish dresser thanks to her mom taking an interest in her looks. Everything bought for Ella had to be altered. The pants were never long enough for her five foot ten inch slender frame. Her long arms to match her legs were also hard to fit.
Ella’s mother was very busy with her local women’s club activities. She was always going to meetings and was usually the head of a committee. She wasn’t concerned about her husband being away so much. As long as her checking account was full and running over. And that is was. Mr. Ferguson was a prominent attorney in San Francisco. He was very generous with his wealth. He gave to many charities. His wife’s cup was full and running over. She never wanted for anything.
It was a cold foggy night when the local Sheriff Bill knocked on the Ferguson door.
“Mrs. Ferguson, may I come in?”
“Well, of course Sheriff is there a problem?”
“Is Ella home?” he questioned.
“Yes, she’s upstairs working on her studies. She’s very good at doing her home
Back to the baby department they headed. Maria looked at all the nice baby clothes. She turned to Ella and said. “Ms. Ella would like you to pick out Jose’s clothes. I love everything. It will make me happy.”
“You sure?” Ella asked.
“I’m positive.” Maria said with a smile knowing she was making Ms. Ella happy.
Ella took forever choosing perfect clothes for little Jose. You would think she was a new mother.
Ella being without siblings and no children of her own feels she has a lot missing in her life. A large missing part of the puzzle of her life is being fulfilled. Fulfilled by stranger’s that came to her door in the middle of the night.
Another trip to the station wagon was needed.
“Ms. Ella, I don’t know how we can ever repay you.” Juan told Ella.
“You don’t owe me anything. I want you and Maria to look nice and feel good about yourself.” Ella told Juan.
“One more trip into the mall and we are heading home.” Ella said.
Ella took them to a nice shoe store. Maria picked out a pair of sneakers and one pair of dress shoes. Juan got a pair of work shoes, sneakers and a pair of dress shoes.
“Juan,” Maria said, “I know we must be dreaming. Please don’t pinch me.”
Ella laughed and smiled at the two of them. On the drive home all they could talk about was Jose’s room. How beautiful it was going to be. Maria mentioned they hadn’t bought clothes since before they were married five years ago. She told Ella how very thankful they are for her generosity.
FOUR
When Ella was growing up in Linville her dad was away from home during the week. He commuted to San Francisco leaving early Monday mornings and usually returning on Friday evening unless he had a pressing trial be needed to prepare for. If that be the case he stayed in the city. The firm had a Cessna plane Mr. Ferguson used for his commute. Within a little over an hour from the time he left the office he could be landing at the local Linville airport in the small four seats Cessna. If something came up at home needing his input he usually had access to the plane.
Mrs. Ferguson and daughter Ella made many shopping trips to San Francisco. Ella may have been a tall skinny lanky teenager but she was a stylish dresser thanks to her mom taking an interest in her looks. Everything bought for Ella had to be altered. The pants were never long enough for her five foot ten inch slender frame. Her long arms to match her legs were also hard to fit.
Ella’s mother was very busy with her local women’s club activities. She was always going to meetings and was usually the head of a committee. She wasn’t concerned about her husband being away so much. As long as her checking account was full and running over. And that is was. Mr. Ferguson was a prominent attorney in San Francisco. He was very generous with his wealth. He gave to many charities. His wife’s cup was full and running over. She never wanted for anything.
It was a cold foggy night when the local Sheriff Bill knocked on the Ferguson door.
“Mrs. Ferguson, may I come in?”
“Well, of course Sheriff is there a problem?”
“Is Ella home?” he questioned.
“Yes, she’s upstairs working on her studies. She’s very good at doing her home
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