Starring Sally J. Freedman As Herself by Blume Judy

Author:Blume, Judy [Blume, Judy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Children, Young Adult, Classic
ISBN: 9780689840890
Publisher: Yearling
Published: 1977-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Starring Sally J. Freedman As Herself

“Not me. . . pulp gags me.”

“You have to open your throat wide.”

“I can’t.”

“You could ask the man to strain it for you,” Andrea suggested.

“I did once. . . I was with my mother and the man behind the counter said he wouldn’t do it because all the vitamins are in the pulp and why should my mother pay for a fresh orange juice with no vitamins. . . so if you don’t mind Ill just get a drink of water . . .”

“I don’t mind.”

They walked to the drinking fountain at the back of the store and Sally stood on tiptoe. Andrea held the button down for her. As Sally was drinking, a woman came up from behind and yanked her away.

“Hey. . .” Andrea said.

“What’s the matter with you girls?” the woman asked. “Can’t you read?” She pointed to a sign above the fountain: Colored. “Your fountain is over there.” She spun Sally around by the shoulders. “You see . . . it says White . . . what would your mothers say if they knew what you’d been doing? God only knows what you might pick up drinking from this fountain. . . you better thank your lucky stars I came along when I did. Now here,” she said, reaching into her purse for a Kleenex. She handed it to Sally. “You wipe your mouth off real good and from now on be more careful. . .”

Sally was shaking. When the woman was gone she turned to Andrea. “Did you know they had two fountains?”

“No,” Andrea said. “I never even thought about it.”

“Me neither. . . but I know Negro people have to sit in the back of the bus here.”

“Everybody with dark skin has to . . .” Andrea said. “That’s why my mother always makes me sit up front.”

“Do you think that’s fair?”

“I don’t know but my mother says you have to follow the rules.”

“So does mine.”

They began to walk home slowly.

“We had a Negro lady who came in to clean three times a week in New Jersey,” Sally said, “and here we have one every Friday. . . she’s half Seminole Indian. . . my mother told me. She has dark skin but she eats off our dishes and drinks from our glasses and all that. . .”

“It’s not the same thing,” Andrea said.

“I don’t see the difference . . . she’s very nice and she’s got the prettiest name. . . Precious

Redwine. . . isn’t that a beautiful name?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t want it,” Andrea said. “Nobody in Brooklyn has a name like that.”

“Nobody in New Jersey has either.”

Dear Doe y-bird,

Right now Douglas is listening to the radio. Jack Armstrong, All American Boy is on. I haven’t been following Jack Armstrong lately so I don’t know what’s happening. Did I tell you that I’m not as

scared of The Shadow as I used to be? I still don’t like it when he laughs and says The Shadow knows

but I don’t have to stuff my ears with cotton the way I do when Douglas listens to Inner Sanctum.

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