Like lightning a thought crossed Sarah Jane's mind but just as quickly was squelched by the little girl.
That would be disloyal, she thought. But a suspicious joy began welling up in her chest...the way he was looking at her. How come she never noticed his hair was the color of hers before - and his eyes? She took it all in within seconds and suddenly she could not breathe.
Alarmed, Mr. Hanover asked,
"Are you all right, Sarah Jane?"
"Yes...yes sir, " she stuttered, and then in a wild gush:
"They could help you in the drugstore and walk home to supper with you and everything. I don't mean the prescriptions and all, but a young person could handle the fountain if sh...if they, were taught."
"Your family, Mr. Hanover."
They both turned then, to watch as the 5:30 pulled up across the street. The two Blanchard sisters were returning from Bowling Green. They had spent a month with their Aunt Roberta, who had a bad summer cold turn into pneumonia.
The occupants of the old green booth watched as the sisters stepped off the bus and started walking down Main Street.
(To be continued).
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@SHORTSTORY: Nostalgia- Coming of Age - Listed an "Undiscovered Gem" by WP, I hope those who've yet to discover Sarah Jane will seek her out, & for those who have loved her from the beginning, my heartfelt thanks for your re-visits.