Fiction Saturday – Continued
“Happy Communion to you. Happy Communion, Dear Beverly. Happy Communion to you.”
She had loved the party celebrating her First Holy Communion. She loved the white dress that looked so much like a small wedding dress as she walked down the aisle at St. Rocco’s Church. She felt like she was getting married to Jesus. It was a little Catholic girl’s dream. It was a holy day for the family.
In the family room, the kids gathered about the table that was piled high with gifts. Wrapping paper with pictures of horses and bright ribbon were everywhere. Twelve little girls and boys were dressed in their best. The boys wore suits and several of the other girls wore their First Communion dresses. The mothers in the room were beaming.
Twelve boys and girls, all of whom were the children of her father’s friends. Family was Family. Outsiders were never allowed inside, even if that outsider was a seven-year-old classmate and lived across the street.
On a side table sat a twelve-hundred dollar crystal punch bowl filled with a bright red lake of Hawaiian Punch.