|My husband and his mother 1957 - A very loved child|
Sophie Ross had a secret. She had been living with her secret for seventy-five years and wasn’t about to divulge it now. She couldn’t believe how careless she had been in the toy store the other day. That wretched mother was ignoring her screaming children and yelling at the harried salesclerk over the price of a talking robot. Who needed a talking robot, she thought. Sophie had always hated seeing small children in distress, so she merely fixed the problems as they occurred. Seventy-five years and she’d never been caught and now two days before Christmas she had some store manager calling with a few questions about the incident that had occurred last Tuesday. It hardly amounted to an incident. Sophie liked to refer to her intervention as an enlightened involvement.