My bare feet ran across the pavement. Cars slowly drove by. Mothers, like mine, were hollering for their children to get inside.
It was supper.
I pushed the heavy door open into the front hall, where my mother was walking down the stairs.
“Marie! Get in your into your room and get that dress on. People will be arriving any minute.”
Upstairs, I took off my overalls and lifted the heavy olive dress over my head. No one should be forced to wear a dress like this in the heat of summer. With my shoes on and my hair in a bun, I ran down the hall and stumbled down the servant’s stairs into the steamy kitchen.

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