One dollar

(1980 memoirs)
One Sunday afternoon a carful of relatives from Fond du Lac, I among them, were out riding and stopped in to see Frankie.  [Skip was there too, picked up from scout camp, in 1943.]  She felt so bad because she couldn't ask us to supper, but we had no idea of stopping.  After talking a while, we all piled back into the car for home.  And here stood dear Frankie with a dollar bill pressing it on us to buy something to eat.  We were not around the corner before they were all laughing so hard tears ran down their faces.   A carfull -- probably seven or eight -- and Frankie expecting us all to have supper with the dollar bill she was pressing on us!  Whoop!  Did you ever know anything funnier?  Well -- yes.  Lots of things.  In the first place, Frankie never ate out and had no idea how far her dollar would go.  In the second place, I am sure it never entered her head to figure it out.  She was not of their world nor they of hers, thank God.