Manuscripts/Mixed Material [C. M. Deal Jr.]
“They're showing a picture-At Dawn I Die. Sounds horrible,” said Blanch.
“Oh no, it's not, I saw a few sketches of it last week.” Betty Jean was left with her grandmother while Sara, proud as punch, not on her daddy's lap and tried to drive the car. Blanch, a pretty dark-headed quiet girl looked fondly at her young husband. “J. C. when we get our house, let's have a pink running rose over the car shed door with a yellow heart.”
“We will, and I want lilacs at the living room window for the birds to build in.”