Photo Prompt: © Jean L. Hays
“Don’t you go spendin’ no money!” Momma Jean announced.
In a whirlwind of industrious determination, she began rummaging through shoe boxes and ancient suitcases, closets, and plastic bags, flinging this or that onto the table.
I didn’t dare to offer help. Once Momma Jean got like this, it was best to keep out of the way.
“Now!” She finally straightened, hair askew and dust-bunnies clinging to the edge of her house-dress. My inveterate neighbor was out of breath and in her element. “You tell me what that costume look like, and I make it for you. You win first prize.”