Bingo Saturday night Dad washed, I dried the supper dishes while Mom armed herself for Early Bird bingo at seven in the church basement: her lucky piece (a smooth quarter shed won the first time out), seat cushion, and a White Owls box of pink plastic markers.
Dad read the paper watched TV with me until Mom returned, announcing her triumph with a door slam and a shout I was hot! Flinging her hat, twirling out of her jacket, she pulled dollar bills from her pockets before setting them free to flutter like fat spring snow.
Ninety-two dollars! she squealed as Dad hugged her off the floor. Ninety-two dollars! In bed I listened to mumbled voices planning to spend the money- on groceries school clothes A leaky radiator- and wished shed buy a shiny red dress long white gloves and clickety-click high heels.
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with other thought Than to love and be loved by me (3 missing stanzas) And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE: And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE: And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling-my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea- In her tomb by the sounding sea. Edgar Allan Poe