Wanda motions for her to turn around.
“Well, it’s flattering,” she says. “You could let out a seam or two.”
Feeling “betrayed,” Julia exits the dressing room without new clothes.
Wanda says, “What happened?”
“How these clothes lie!” Julie says. “They make me look larger than I am. Let’s go eat hamburgers. I’m starved.”
Others celebrate good times.
“Let’s hold a cookout, now that the weather’s nice,” Scot suggests.
“Sure,” his practical wife agrees. “We can invite those who entertained us lately.”
The evening comes and vacation stories emerge.
“Let me show you this.” One guest passes around his picture holding a string of fish.
“How much did those few fish cost you?” someone jokes.
One lady whirls around, showing off a new dress.
“I guess you see what I did after the summer,” she gloats.
Her husband comments, “It wasn’t from mowing the lawn. I would remember that.”
Some celebrate fall colors by raking red and gold leaves into piles and letting the kids have fun jumping in them.
“Lance! What are you doing? I thought you were raking leaves. They’re all over the yard again.”
As all wives know, it isn’t only kids who love jumping into a pile of fall leaves.
Shirley Ramsey, a retired professor of journalism, lives in Norman.