I looked up to see a child with a long pony-tails on each side of her head and her membership card hanging clear down to her shorts.  “Do you need some help?” she said. “I believe I’ll be all right once I can get on my feet.  What’s your name, child?” “I’m Casey” she said, pointing to her membership card. “Where’s your name card?” “In my wallet, Casey, which is in Hazard Pay, which is underneath me.  Sugar, can you get some help? I may need to be lifted some.” She squeaked “My Daddy can help” and bolted back into the fried sample crowd, leaving me with Hazard Pay between me and the floor.  I had enough time to call myself a few names before I heard Casey’s voice again and saw her with a man who must have been her father.  They shared the same eye shape. Casey said, “This lady’s card is in Hazard Pay.” and started to laugh like this was the funniest thing in the world.  The poor man looked confused so I decided to take matters into my own hands. “Mister, my name is Viola Sprayberry.” I said trying to sound as dignified as I … Continue reading The Big Store (Part 5)