We went inside the pharmacy. We saw a little bell. I rang it a couple times. An elderly negro woman walked from behind the counter.

"Well, how may I help you kids?"

"Do you have any food to spare?" I asked.

"I sure do! I give out free ice cream to the children of this town when them and their parents come in for a perscription. Ya'll victims of this God forsaken Depression?"

"Yes ma'am."

She got an ice cream cone and filled it with vanilla and gave it to me, same with Henry.

"How old are you?" she asked Petey.

"Sixteen."

"Ice cream is for the smaller kids but since you're a victim of the Depression, I'm gonna be nice since you probably haven't had anything to eat all day."

"Thank you, ma'am," he said.

"You're welcome, honey."

We ate our ice cream, it was delicious!

"This is delicious, Mrs.!" I said.

"It is, I made it myself. That ice cream is more authentic than the store bought tubs."

We smiled.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Why sure!"

"We're looking for work and we've been recomended Fletcher Farm, you know where it is?"

"I sure do."

We were overjoyed, especially Henry.

"I'll be busy with costomers later, I guess my husband can take y'all there. He's in back."

She got her husband and told him about us. He smiled and accepted.