Snippet #2510372

Irma had hurried to get the clothes up on the and the twins fed. It had rained last night and she couldn't do clothes like she needed to. Her mother walked into the kitchen and smiled a weak smile. Her mother and father worked hard for the little money they could get. Her brother, Lucas, was drifted into the army so there was one less income. Irma's father was always working; he would return home as Irma was out. Now it was Irma's turn to work. She thank God that she had a nice clean dress to wear to look for work.

Once her mom had her coffee she kissed everyone bye and ran out the door. The air was a bit chill from the rain but she didn't let it bother her. There was an opening in a factory not to far from her home and she wanted to get there early before it opened just in case. Irma made sure to miss all the mud and puddles. She wanted to try to look her best. As she ran she passed up a boy and shook her head. What a weasel. She thought as she hurried around the corner.

Cars zoomed by and people loudly advertised their crops to others passing them. Irma stopped for a second to give Old Miss Helen a nickel for an apple, thank her, and then eat and run all the way to the factory.