Mable

I was a bit self-conscious, but I knew Mable would be pleased.

"Good morning, Mable, " I said, as I came abreast of her.

I had long ago stopped trying to return the money, even though I am more in Mable's debt than she is in mine.

Below a parking sign was one inscribed with Mable Howard, BLOCK CAPTAIN.

Mable seemed to be everywhere at once, calling directives.

I promptly returned it again. Mable's husband, Jarvis, soon showed up at my door.

I knew Mable wanted to pay me, but I wanted no money.

I found myself wiping down the sign that proclaimed Mable block captain.

Mable commenced sweeping up the sawdust while I packed up my tools.

I escorted Mable to the door.

I did not want to be responsible for Mable's insomnia, so I kept the three dollars.

Two weeks before, Mable affixed placards to utility poles, admonishing us to move our cars on the Saturday specified.

I introduced Mable to Sue, who had come downstairs.

"Hello, sweetie pie, " Mable said, and embraced me when I entered.

Here is the moving story of Mable Howard, the beloved block captain.

When we left the house ten minutes later, Mable was sweeping the sidewalk.

I soon learned that Mable began every day this way.