Western setting around 1873
Ma just about tore my shirt when she grabbed my arm to get me out of the General Store with her. Ma's like that, As soon as she made her mind up to do something, Ma did it right then. and there. I had been looking at all the different colors and shapes in the big jars of candy on the side shelf. Ma had left the list of what food and supplies we would need for a month or so. and she handed it to Mr Drucker. He knew he was out of a few items she needed, He expected another outburst. so he started on Ma with that creepy tone he got in his most serious looking face.
Mr. Drucker said something to Ma about the list being awful short. Ma was insulted, especially since we did not have much money right now. In a different mood she would have blasted Sam with a barrage of Bible quotes and personal insults. She got mighty loud and screechy at any perceived affront, and I would try to hide somewhere,disassociate myself, embarrassed.
There was no point in asking for candy now. We already left our supply order, but maybe when we came back for Mr. Drucker to load the wagon, I might have another chance for candy. Ma told me all the time that I was past the age of eating candy. I liked it anyhow.
Ma pushed me out of the store and onto the boardwalk. She let loose of me when we were out in the street. I clunked the heels of my boots on the boardwalk so the noise echoed and produced the gait of a much heavier man. Ma's dress was kicking up because of the wind. She finally let go of my hand to hold on to her skirt her dress from flying all over, and keep her hat from flying off her head. If you looked up main street, to the north of the town, you knew there was some kind of weather about to hit the town.
My eyes were stinging from the amount of blowing sand in the air. I saw tears in Ma's eyes. She wasn't crying upset over anything special. Her eyes were getting sand blasted too. We needed to get off the boardwalk and into some store. The men left on the street were leading their horses to the Livery Stable. Sand don't do no good for horse eye either.
A little further down the street, Ma grabbed me again and pushed me in front of her as we entered the big hotel lobby.