First published here
It would be a grand outing. Not one of Opal Pratt’s making, of course. She didn’t like to go any further into Vicksburg than the Piggly Wiggly at the eastern edge of town. She lived out in Warren County and was certain she wasn’t meant for the city. Her young friend, Billy Jamison, had persuaded her.
“Miss Opal, I did chores up and down the road last summer and I saved my money for somethin’ special. I know I have enough for lunch and a movie at that new, fancy movie theater, Saenger’s. You have to take me; you just have to. You know Mom and Dad won’t do it. Please, please, Miss Opal.”