Tales of Harper, short stories and poems
about the fictional town of Harper, Mississippi is available on Amazon Kindle
After Leroy passed on, Sumaye was in for a big let down. The biggest blow to fall upon her was the revelation that he had given away a sizable amount of his fortune. If you are thinking he gave some of it directly to Fritzie you are wrong; he left it to the church, boy scouts, and the Red Cross. And he had set up a nice trust fund for each of the children. Sumaye was left with the house with all its furnishings and the cars. She had no income and no work experience so it wasn't long before she started selling things off. She made a few feeble attempts to attract a new rich husband, but her luring skills were all but gone and her flashing eyes had become blinking eyes and brought on sympathy, if emotion, from those who were blinked at. Then her health began to fail. Her habits of eating what she wanted and exercising only when necessary to move from one room to another began to pull her down. Within a year the kids had her placed in Shady Acres, our little assisted living center. She is still there and has only a small piece of her mind intact. I was told yesterday by one of the nurses that Sumaye's vocabulary had dwindled to a single word. A word she utters all day every day. "Hurry. Hurry," she cries.
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