Article June 19, 1976 Issue

That Soda-pop Sparkle

Claire Hagenlocher Stubbe

"Are you dressed yet, Meg?" Mother called as she opened the door to the study. One glance was enough. Twelve-year-old Meg was in jeans, bent over her schoolbooks, and she looked up with a frown. It had been one of those hectic school days, and Meg was feeling the pressure. Now, to top it all, she had to hurry to be at church in half an hour to usher. She felt just like flat soda pop ... no sparkle at all.

"Do I have to go tonight, Mom? I'm feeling awfully blah. Anyway, I'm only a standby usher tonight. Probably nobody'll even miss me if I don't go."

Her mother smiled. "It doesn't sound right to me. But you think about it, Meg. See what you come up with." Her mother left to pick up Meg's brother, Don, at his after-school job. She'd bring him home and then go on to church. Dad had already left. He had to be at church extra early.

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