Blue Moon
““Order me two crates of those,” she said to the man following along behind her. “Oh, and make sure there will be three crates of the strawberries. And no mushy ones. I’m going to hear it if they’re not perfect.” “Will do, Mrs. Morgan,” the man said as he made a note on the clipboard he was carrying. “I’ll make sure everything is delivered by the afternoon of the eleventh.” “I can’t believe those two are getting married on the thirteenth,” Kate’s mother said to her. “At least it’s a Saturday and not a Friday. But still . . .” “Look at you being all superstitious,” Kate said, laughing. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “You can’t be too careful,” replied her mother, picking up a box of blueberries and eyeing them critically. “Is there going to be anything else?” the man with them asked. “I guess that’s it for now,” said Kate’s mother. “Thanks, Paul.” The man nodded and left. Kate’s mother turned to her.
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