Dec. 18, 2007 - *Cinnamon Buns* -- A short story by Rachel
This is a nice story by Rachel who recently left this blog:
Cinnamon Buns
A short story by Rachel J. Dixon
“Get those ones, Lucy!” said Emma. Lucy and Emily Smith were at the town’s general store buying pencils for Lucy.
Lucy loved to draw. Her drawing pencils were running low. She needed more and she had asked their mother if she could get some on the way back from their grandmother’s house. They had been there for lunch and tea that afternoon while their Mother was having ladies over for tea. They were on their way home when Lucy remembered the pencils. She knew she must get them now or wait until Mother went to town Saturday to get her fur coat she had ordered, and Lucy didn’t want to wait that long. So she had to get them now.
“Can’t you be quiet, please?” said Lucy. Lucy didn’t like to be rushed when she was choosing her drawing tools. She had to get what she wanted to get.
“I can, Lucy. I want to help you. Why can’t I?”
“Because I want to get the ones I want, not the ones you want. That’s why,” said Lucy, looking at another box.
“Fine. If you don’t want my help, I’ll go look at the dolls.” Emma walked away from Lucy and went to the window in front of the store.
“Mm…which ones should I get?” said Lucy quietly to herself as she took a box down from the shelf. “I think these will do. They last the longest and don’t cost as much.” Lucy put one of the boxes of pencils she had in her hand back. Then went over to Emma.
“Are you ready, Emma? I’ve got my pencils.” Lucy said, showing Emma the pencils.
“Yes, I’m ready. Lucy, will you get this doll for me? Isn’t she beautiful?” said Emma looking at the doll on the stand. It was one of the prettiest dolls Lucy had seen; Emma didn’t know that. All Emma knew was that she did like dolls.
“I don’t know if Mother would want me to get you a doll. She said she wanted to get you one. Remember?” said Lucy.
“But Mother said if I found a doll that she wasn’t here to get, then you could get it for me. Oh, please?” Emma pleaded.
“How much is it?” Emma looked at the price tag and smiled.
“It’s only three dollars,” she said.
“Alright. But I don’t know if I have enough money to get it for you. I only have five dollars.” Lucy said.
Lucy made her way to the line. There were three people in front of her. Lucy waited patiently until the last person was done paying, then stepped up to pay.
Meanwhile, Emma was thinking of all the names she could name her new doll and what she could do with her. Lucy nudged her forward, interrupting her thoughts. Lucy put the doll and pencils on the counter. The cashier looked at the price tags on them and said, “That’d be four dollars and eighty cents.”
Emma’s face lit up! She was overjoyed! She had never had a doll of her own before. She could hardly contain herself from giggling and jumping up and down. The cashier put the items in a paper sack.
“Here you go, Miss,” he said, handing the sack to Lucy. “You have a good evening now.” He smiled and they smiled back at him.
“Have a good evening too, sir,” Lucy said as she took the sack from him and headed for the door.
Lucy hadn’t known it was raining. When they had gone into the store it was just sprinkling. It was raining now, not hard but still raining steadily. They stood outside the door while Lucy was deciding what to do. She didn’t have her umbrella; she had left it at home. Lucy decided they would walk in the rain. Their house was not very far from the store and if they hurried, they could get there within ten minutes. Lucy started walking at a brisk pace, which Emma followed.
“Burr! It’s cold!” Emma said. “I wish you had brought your umbrella, Lucy. Then we wouldn’t have to walk in the rain so much.”
“I didn’t. So come on. Perhaps Mother will let us take a warm bath before supper, so we won’t be wet when we come to the table. Let’s hurry!” They went out into the streets. There were not many automobiles since it was a rainy day and it helped them to get home quicker.
“Oh! It’s so cold. Lucy, when will we be home?”
“Not for at least five minutes! Stop complaining! You think I’m not cold?”
“Of course I think you’re cold! I can see your teeth chattering!”
“Well,” Lucy said, feeling her face getting hotter, “let’s just hurry. Mother will be worried if we aren’t home in time to get washed for supper.”
They were walking down the sidewalk when Emma stopped. She had seen it a lot of times: a boy and a girl sitting on the edge of an alley. But she had never had the chance to help them. The girl didn’t have anything on except an old torn rag dress; the boy didn’t either, a pair of trousers and a shirt. They were both covered up with an old weather worn blanket that had holes all over it. The boy looked up at the girls and down again.
Emma stood there until Lucy said, “Come on, Emma. We’ll be late for supper.” At the mention of food, both of them looked at the girls with big gray eyes. Lucy wanted to go home and get out of the sight of those eyes but Emma wanted to help them.
“Emily Smith! We have to go! We’re already late! Come on!” Lucy said in a louder voice. She was getting colder and more impatient with Emma.
“Come over here, Lucy.” Emma said. They went over by the bakery window and Emma asked, “How much money do you have left?”
“Twenty cents. Why?” Emma looked at the window to the bakery.
“I want to get those two a cinnamon bun from the bakery.”
“Alright. If you want to, we can get them one.” They both went into the bakery and asked the lady for four cinnamon buns. She gave the girls six buns instead of four. The girls said they were thankful for her kindness and went out to the two children.
“You have this, Emma,” said Lucy, handing Emma the ten cents. “You should keep it in case you have any more crazy ideas again.” Emma took the bag of buns to the two children. Emma took out a bun and handed it to Lucy, she gave the bag with the rest to the girl.
The girl took the bag. Both of them looked up at Emma with a smile. Then the girl reached in the bag and gave a bun to the boy. Then took one out for herself and took a bite of it. She smiled at Emma and Emma found herself smiling back.
Then the girls turned and walked down the sidewalk. Lucy asked, “Why did you give them all five of the buns? Where’s yours?” Emma looked up at Lucy’s face and said “Mine? I thought I would give it to them.” Emma looked away from Lucy’s face to the sidewalk. “I figured they would want it. And I figured you would want one too.”
Lucy tore and handed half of the bun to Emma, which Emma took and said, “Thank you.” Lucy smiled. Emma ate the bun little by little until it was gone.
“What about the ten cents I gave you?” Lucy asked. “Are you going to put it in the bank Father gave you on your birthday?”
“No,” Emma said slowly, “I don’t have it. I put it in the bag with the buns. They probably need it more than I do. I hope it helps them.” Emma wrapped her arm around Lucy’s with and she tightly held her new doll with the other. Lucy was confused and had to sort out her thoughts before she spoke again.
“I don’t understand you or myself. How can you be so generous and I so selfish?” said Lucy.
“I don’t think your selfish, Lucy. In fact, I think you’re one of the nicest, sweetest, and most generous people I know!” Emma said with a big smile.
Together they walked home. When they got home, their Mother wanted to know what had taken them so long. Then Emma told her about the two children and the doll Lucy had gotten her. Their Mother was very proud of both of them.
“You certainly are your Father’s children!” she exclaimed. They ate their supper. While Emma was lying in her bed that night, she could still see the big smile and the gray eyes of the little girl. Emma would never forget those two children; and in the time to come, she would give them lots more of those delicious cinnamon buns.
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