The Magic of the Season
Sallie Mae Rollins stared at the calendar and chewed on a fingernail that was already painfully short. Seven weeks remained before Christmas. Seven short weeks was all she had to find enough money to buy presents for her son. The eight-year old reminded her each night that he was the only one in his class who didn’t have video games. ‘Mama, I wish you could see Bobby. He has your eyes,’ the slim brunette whispered into the empty room. Ruth Woods was one of the few people who stood by Sallie...