head. The Derksens had one car. Wilma
had to pick up her husband, Cliff, from
work. But he wouldn’t be finished for
another hour. She had two other children
—a two-year-old and a nine-year-old.
She could hear them quarreling in the
other room. She would have to bundle
them up first, pick up Candace, then go
and pick up her husband. It would be an
hour in the car with three hungry
children. There was a bus. Candace was
thirteen, no longer a child. The house
was a mess.
“Candace, do you have money for the
bus?”
“Yup.”
“I can’t pick you up,” her mother said.
Derksen returned to her vacuuming.
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