Sister Mary s BloomersChapter 3
When I got home from the East side market, my mom told me that there was "A Ruth on the line wanting to talk to Patrick". I snatched the phone from her and knew she was staying close enough to at least hear my side of the conversation. "Yeah, Ruth, I just got home. Did you change your mind about Friday?" "Sorry, Patrick, I forgot about not being able to go out on Friday night. It's a family thing. How about Sunday night?" That sounded even better to me because I liked to watch the...