Because my mind was focused on other things the past couple of week, I have been missing in action at one of my favorite blog hops, but now I am back. I am linking this post to Six Sentence Stories - Kettle hosted by Denise of Girlie on the Edge's Blog.
Thelma and Wilma had overheard some of the women eating in the booth next to them about their plans to attend the big estate sale at the old Rodgers’ place which once had been ten miles from town, but now was at the edge of the expanding city limits.
Their eyes lit up at the mere possibility of browsing at an estate sale again and immediately began trying to finagle a way to get Rosemary, their young niece, to drive them there, not to buy anything, but just to look and to remember things from yesteryears and maybe see and talk with John or Roy who were said to still be living at the old homestead.
Unlike some of the Rosemary’s friends who had trouble knowing how to communicate with oldsters and became quickly bored, she enjoyed their bantering, and quickly accepted their request and looked forward to the promised stop for a banana split on the way back.
Rosemary enjoyed hearing her aunts comment about different items for sale in the old home, but when their voices became more subdued as they looked at an old white pail with a red-rimmed lid and a red wooden handle setting next to a dented and pitted aluminum kettle on the kitchen counter, she mentally took note and decided to forgo any questioning at the moment.
Although John and Roy were there, they were both helping customers, and had only indicated with smiles and nods that they had seen Thelma and Wilma.
Once back inside the car, the answer to Rosemary’s unasked question became crystal clear when with a humph Wilma said, “Well I never. . .Sarah would have been so embarrassed that her old chamber pot was so so brazenly displayed near her cooking pots.”