The next day, Emma decided to talk to Patsy Brimmer. The only thing she knew about her was that she was Flossie Brimmer's granddaughter, and that was about it. Jim Bob hadn't been able to stop talking about her.
So after school, she walked up to her. "Hey. You probably know me, I'm Emma."
Patsy shook her hand. "Hey. I'm only staying for a bit because my grandma is looking after me."
"Oh, that's nice." Emma couldn't find anything wrong with Patsy, and came to the decision that it would be fine for Patsy to become close with Jim Bob. Aimee wouldn't be happy though when she heard...
Erin slyly caught Ben as he finished up at the mill. She thought it would be the perfect time, as John and Grandpa had left. "Ben?"
"What is it." Ben said pleasantly as he packed away the tools.
"Who are you taking to the church dance?" She said, trying to act like she wasn't trying to find out for Emma.
"No one, I suppose." Erin couldn't help but notice the bottom of his cheeks turned red.
"Mm. Well, Emma is fretting about it so mabye you should talk to her." Erin blurted out, pinching herself in the shoulder after. "Byeeee!" Ben's eyes followed his strange sister, then he shook his head and turned back to his work.
Mary Ellen set down her nursing cap and sank down on her bed. "My, I'm tired."
"At least you know you have a job." Emma sighed, rubbing her forehead as she sat down her diary.
Erin skipped in, face lit up. "Ben isn't taking anyone to the church dance, Emma!"
Mary Ellen sniggered. "What's this? Erin snooping around? She hasn't done that for years!" She sent a teasing glance to Emma.
Emma flushed. "Erin, shut up." She muttered as she tried to keep the colour off her cheeks.
Erin stopped and looked at her awkwardly. "Oops. Sorry. Anyhoo, G. W asked me to the dance!" Her smile was wide, and her face was bright.
"G. W?" Mary Ellen said in disbelief. "My old flame? He hasn't been the same since Martha Rose married. When I said it's your turn to date him, I didn't actually mean it."
"She was way too young to get married. Only my age." Emma said, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
"When Martha Rose wants something, she gets it." Mary Ellen rolled her eyes. Emma smiled absentmindedly before yawning, putting on her nightgown, slipping into bed, and falling asleep.