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The Dance (1939)

The Dance (1939) THE DANCE 1939 GEORGE ELLA LYON ickey had just buttoned the last button of her navy blue Mpolka-dot dress when her brother Ben hollered from the hall. “Aren’t you too little to be going to a dance?” “Oh, shush,” she said, coming out of the bedroom and giving him a playful push on the shoulder. She had to reach up to do it, and it didn’t move in the least. “You’re not the only one growing up,” she said. “I won’t be your kid sister forever.” 9 “Yes, you will,” he told her. “And I’m grown, not growing. Out in the big world earning my way. You’re not even fifteen.” “In December I will be,” Mickey said, starting downstairs. Ben followed. On the sill of the window where the staircase turned, late-summer light caught the ruby rim of the bowl their mother kept there. ■ ■ ■ Born in 1924, the fourth child and third daughter in the Bruton brood, Mickey had settled easily into the life of this big family which until three years ago, was always moving from one mountain settlement to another, wherever her dad could be hired to cut and finish a boundary of timber. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

The Dance (1939)

Appalachian Review , Volume 47 (2) – Nov 21, 2019

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University of North Carolina Press
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Copyright © Berea College
ISSN
1940-5081

Abstract

THE DANCE 1939 GEORGE ELLA LYON ickey had just buttoned the last button of her navy blue Mpolka-dot dress when her brother Ben hollered from the hall. “Aren’t you too little to be going to a dance?” “Oh, shush,” she said, coming out of the bedroom and giving him a playful push on the shoulder. She had to reach up to do it, and it didn’t move in the least. “You’re not the only one growing up,” she said. “I won’t be your kid sister forever.” 9 “Yes, you will,” he told her. “And I’m grown, not growing. Out in the big world earning my way. You’re not even fifteen.” “In December I will be,” Mickey said, starting downstairs. Ben followed. On the sill of the window where the staircase turned, late-summer light caught the ruby rim of the bowl their mother kept there. ■ ■ ■ Born in 1924, the fourth child and third daughter in the Bruton brood, Mickey had settled easily into the life of this big family which until three years ago, was always moving from one mountain settlement to another, wherever her dad could be hired to cut and finish a boundary of timber.

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Nov 21, 2019

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