Not Very Much

摘要: AGGIE Matucked number in t 0 her shabby purse and goodby to Dominic. Each evening he gave a ride home from the department store where she worked as seamstress alterations room. Tonight, Dominic had sold quarter chance pool sponsored by Italian churches of city; chances all along his vegetable route. At first Maggie argued that just couldn't afford it. Why, was behind on rent it was, if weren't for kindness old Mrs. Ruben, she'd be without room now. It took long time pay doctor bills salary, when body they stayed sick such came high. But said Church, and, after all, wouldn't good Lord saints see won? She switched light drab third-floor room, while tea water boiled over hotplate, sat at table turned ticket cracked, washed-out oilcloth. If won $250 top prize, think could do. back paid up, Dr. Gross would have $25 too. And six whole months advance buy herself new coat fine one heavy cloth with bit fur trim keep style. once while, Sunday afternoons, Ruben Agnes Flaherty, Molly Grady up high only another, because remembered there were three silver Spoons left. some tins meat white bread grocery; nice little pot quince jelly, maybe even manage cake. since anyone tea, so almost too ashamed accept their invitations. now Christmas comin' on, nephew, Tim, gift this year, crisp bill drop into basket crib church, but over, sputtering glowing red metal, interrupted thoughts. poured carried cup table, paused before plaster St. Patrick shelf addressed him. "I know isn't really right want these material things, y' sort speak Himself about those I-talians drawin' Tuesday?" smiled hopefully figure, kept firm grip crozier looked straight ahead grey space. Wednesday evening, Summit Hills, Walters rambled through day's news husband who absorbed paper much attention. Occasionally grunt response reach out coffee, otherwise might talked an empty chair. "And Betty's going marry again, although I don't she'll manage. Harry won't thing do child, she's no place leave poor