We bought Olive a new pair of shoes and boots for when it rained and got muddy or snowed.

 

I went, reluctantly but determinedly, for I would pay for Olive's things. Except for one thing. Adonie wanted to give Olive a present and I couldn't deny her that. She and Olive chose a blue jeans jacket. Olive loved it and wanted to wear it everywhere, even to the table.
Adonie thought she ought to have a lined coat for winter as well. "If we get it now she'll grow out of it by winter," I said. Olive was that kind of kid.
"We'll get her another one then." Adonie was unconcerned. It wasn't her money either.

 

She meant it, though. I admitted that. She would have bought Olive anything she needed.

 

Then we bought her some jeans, which Olive also liked a lot, and some Tshirts and a blue sweatshirt.
Adonie decided that Olive needed her own comb and brush. By which she meant: no previous owners.
I thought we would leave after that but Adonie located the toys and started us off. Olive didn't say a word but her eyes got very bright. She chose the oddest things, but we let her choose.

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