She talks to herself all the time in the store, and if she thinks the peaches or melons don't look good that day, she shouts clear across the store to the manager.
He comes across and picks her out an extra good one, just to keep the peace.
I introduced Kate to Mom, and they got along real well.
Kate's leery of most people, afraid they'll make fun of her, I guess; my mom's not leery of people, but she's shy, and what with asthma and worrying about keeping me and Pop calmed down, she doesn't go out much or make dates with people.
She and Kate would chat together in the stores or sitting on the stoop on a sunny day.
Kate shook her head over Mom's asthma and said she'd get over it if she ate cottage cheese every day.
Mom ate it for a while, but she put mayonnaise on it, which Kate says is just like poison.
The day of the fight with Pop about the Belafonte record it's cold and windy out and there are no kids in sight.
I slam my ball back and forth against the wall where it says "No Ball Playing," just to limber up and let off a little spite, and then I go over to see Kate.
Kate has a permanent cat named Susan and however many kittens Susan happens to have just had. It varies.