At the market in the plaza the women were selling poultry. A young girl among them was selling doves. At fourteen she was already considered a prospect by some of the young men.
One of them, eighteen year old Pierre, came up to her stand. “Can I get two for the price of one,” he asked winking.
“No.” the girl said smiling. She knew him to be impressed with himself, but she liked him.
“Then I won’t do business with you,” Pierre said. He turned away, looking over his shoulder with a grin.
One of the women remarked, “I didn’t bring this daughter into the world for the likes of you.”
“She needs a man who is willing to work—to give her nice things.”
“That wouldn’t be me,” Pierre said, pulling a serious face.
The girl found the banter embarrassing. But she felt very happy inside.
Copyright 2013 George Lowell Tollefson