Thursday passed slowly. It seemed as if each minute lasted an hour. Idy’s eyes involuntarily darted to the window throughout the never-ending day.
“Quit looking out the window. He isn’t coming back” Mrs. Renard said. “And if you burn a hole in that shirt you’ll go to bed hungry.”
Idy looked back at the shirt she was ironing. I’ll go to bed hungry anyway she thought just like every night.
Mrs. Renard examined Idy’s work. “You missed a spot.”
