Song o My Heart
always, the sight o his drawn, pain-riddled ace raised an achein the center o her chest. But surely the opportunity presentedin the letter would ease some o Papa’s burden.
Mama, seated on a chair beside Papa’s bed with a hal-empty
bowl o potato-and-onion soup in her hands, sent Sadie a trou-
bled look. The lines o worry etched into Mama’s brow hadaged her. She set the bowl aside and touched Sadie’s heaving
shoulder. “Goodness, child, why are you in such a dither?”
A gleeul giggle spilled rom Sadie’s throat. She held out
the letter, showing it to both o her parents. “Look! From Sid.Remember he promised to write once he got settled in Kansas?
He’s there now . . . all settled in . . . and—” She paused to catchher breath. The dash across the yard had winded her more than
Ee danced in place, wringing her hands. “What does he
say, Sadie?”“He says there is a job or me in Goldtree!”
Mama’s jaw dropped. Papa sucked in a sharp breath. Eeclapped both hands over her mouth and stared at Sadie with
shocked eyes.Sadie’s conused gaze bounced rom one amily member to
another. Why did they appear distraught rather than elated?
Didn’t they—like she—see Sid’s letter as an answer to their
prayers? For weeks they’d been asking God to provide a job orSadie. She waited or someone to say something, but they satin stunned silence.
Sadie released a hu o rustration. “Didn’t you hear what I
said? A job!” She ipped the letter around and smiled at her cous-
in’s scribbled text. “As a clerk in Baxters’ Mercantile. For”—she
squinted, trying to decipher Sid’s penmanship—“sisters Melva andShelva Baxter.” She smiled at her mother. “
Unlike the only jobs available in Dalton. “With a air wage.”Mama still didn’t respond, so Sadie turned her attention toPapa. “Sid says the owners wanted to employ a young woman
since they are woman proprietors. They’ll provide me with a