Come Home to Us, Randy: Chapter 7:[ Breakfast and a Talk]

The next morning Betsy was up with the rooster because she had a lot to do that day. ''I hope Daddy will be home soon''; Betsy said to herself as she fixed

breakfast for her and Randy. ''I think I hear Randy coming down here now; Betsy said, smiling to herself. Mornin', Betsy; Randy said, giving her one of his gentle smiles.

Morning, Randy; Betsy replied, returning his smile with one of her own. Did you sleep well, Randy?; Betsy asked as she gave the eggs a stir. Oh, I managed to, I guess;

Randy replied. It sure was quiet in there, though; he remarked. Yes I know, some of the boys snore, don't they?; Betsy asked teasingly. Belden sure does; Randy

replied. That sure smells good, Betsy; Randy said, smiling at her softly. Thanks, Randy; Betsy replied, smiling back.

You know Randy, there was a time in my life when I did'nt know anything about cooking; Betsy said as she turned the bacon. Did'nt your mama teach ya', Betsy?; Randy

asked. My mama died when I was three months old, Randy; Betsy replied. She and Daddy had just come out here and were starting to build a life together here; Betsy

continued. And then all of a sudden she just died and then it was just Daddy and me; Betsy finished. I'm sorry, Betsy; Randy replied. Oh, it's alright, Randy; Betsy replied.

I like to tell others about her; she added. What was her name, Betsy?; Randy asked. Her name was Annie; Betsy replied. My mama's name was Katy; Randy said quietly.

That's a pretty name, Randy; Betsy said, smiling at him as she put the eggs and bacon onto a dish. What was she like, Randy?; Betsy asked. Well, she loved people, she

loved me an' my Daddy, she tried to love Johnny; she took care of folks that came down sick when no doctor was around, she was a good neighbor like the Good Book

says to be; but heaven help the man that messed with her kin; Randy replied. She was'nt afraid to set somebody straight when they told a bald- faced lie, either; Randy added.

And I sure do miss her sometimes; Randy added a little sadly. She must have been wonderful, Randy; Betsy said. I would have loved to have met her; Betsy added. She was, Betsy;

Randy said simply. She an' Daddy died just before I came west; Randy added. How old were you, Randy?; Betsy asked gently. I was only thirteen, Betsy; Randy said. After

she and Daddy died I just could'nt stand to stay around no more; he added. I can understand that, Randy; Betsy said as she put breakfast on the table and sat down.