You were right. These city folk do have strange notions. Today in class, instead of beating the bath rug with a stick, we rolled it up like a cigarette ‘en used the back of our necks as a washboard—all that dirt fallin’ onto our clothes.
And Ma, I won’t be needin’ that satchel after all. Tomorrow we’re gonna learn to tote our books around on our head.
Your charm school city girl