An Uninvited Guest

By Augusta Trobaugh

The end of segregation made little difference in the daily lives of old Miss Minnie and her day-helper, Lula. But when a figment of Miss Minnie's addled imagination threatens Lula's long-held job security, Lula uses the old, entrenched rules of segregation to dispel that figment -- with surprising results. A short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Untreed Reads
• Release date: Nov 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781611876352

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An Uninvited Guest

By Augusta Trobaugh

Copyright 2013 by Augusta Trobaugh

Cover Copyright 2013 by Ginny Glass and Untreed Reads Publishing

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An Uninvited Guest

Augusta Trobaugh

When Lula came into Miss Minnie’s kitchen that August morning, she let the screen door from the back porch slam behind her—on purpose—because she was already irritated. She didn’t know why.

Even the early-morning coolness of the kitchen didn’t please her as it usually did. Because she knew that by noon, it would be just like an oven—steamy and miserable from the simmering butterbeans, the potatoes boiling for potato salad, and the August sun baking the windows.

She took the clean apron out of the paper sack she always