Mr Miller’s Grocery Store in Idaho – Red Marbles

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I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

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I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

‘Hello Barry, how are you today?
‘H’lo, Mr Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus ‘admirin’ them peas. They sure look good.

‘They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?
‘Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.’

‘Good. Anything I can help you with?
‘No, Sir. Jus ‘admirin’ them peas.

‘Would you like to take some home?’ asked Mr Miller
‘No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.’

‘Well, what have you to…

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