Author's Note: During the writing lab, Mr. Graf asked us to write a prediction to what might have happened at the end of "Thank You, Ma'am" if the last sentence hadn't been "And he never saw her again". Look at my word choice for this piece. I've been working on it lately, because I'd like to get a 10 in that category.
He barely managed to say “Thank you” before she shut the door.
Roger was too astonished to do much right then. He tried to think what to do with the money. Although he had told the lady he wanted to buy a new pair of shoes, many different thoughts came into his mind. Of course, Roger was a changed young man, so he knew he had to use the money wisely.
Roger headed back down the street to a small market Mrs. Jones had dragged him past. Now, he hadn’t ever actually been inside any kind of market, but he knew what it was relatively like. Paint was peeling off the sign so no one could ever read the sign. He slowly walked through the fabric doors.
The air inside smelled delicious, nothing like Roger had ever smelled before. There were fresh bushels of various fruits laying about, bread baking in the ovens in the back, and different material goods being sold throughout the market. Fresh bread was being taken out of the oven, and Roger felt like a magnet had been attracting him to it, lead by his nose. He let his feet whisk him over to the other side of the market.
“What’ll you have?” asked a woman with a wide variety of different kinds of bread.
“Um... whichever kind,” Roger shrugged. The lady handed him a loaf of bread that looked so delicious it made his mouth water. No, he told himself, This will be brought back to Mama and Gabriel. The rest of the nine dollars and ninety nine cents clinked together like a new pair of high heels knocking on the wooden floor of a mansion during a dance.
What Roger had told himself came true, as he traveled back to the run-down shack that was a make-shift home for his family. The roof was almost completely ripped off, which made the cold pretty much unbearable in the winter. Even though the roof was gone, there were still plenty of patches of grass growing to make three small beds. It was definitely close to nothing, but it was home, of course.
“Oh, my, is that... fresh baked bread!” exclaimed Mama. “Where on Earth did you ever get a penny to pay for that? Were you lucky and found it on the ground?”
Not knowing whether to tell her his experience with Mrs. Jones or not, he said, “Actually, I came across a 10 dollar bill. That was only a thousandth of what I found today,” Roger exclaimed proudly.
Mama looked so happy he thought she was going to cry. “Wow. That’s just... wow. I’m so happy, this will do so much for us.” she leaned over and practically squeezed the breath out of Roger. He was very glad to see that it felt great to give, and that’s what he was going to do.
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