Mrs Strangeworth

At the beginning of the story Miss Strangeworth seems like a nice old lady. Walking down Main Street on a summer morning, Miss Strangeworth had to stop every minute or so to say good morning to someone or to ask after someone’s health. When she went into the grocery, half a dozen people turned away from the counters and shelves to wave at her or call out good morning. “And good morning to you, Mr. Lewis.” Miss Strangeworth said at last… “Good morning.” Mr. Lewis said, and added politely, “lovely day.” “It is a very nice day.” Miss Strangeworth said as though she had only just decided that it would do after all. “I would like a chop, please, Mr. Lewis, a small, lean veal chop.”