As she worked she found herself listening for the news. It was always bad. Four hundred jobs were lost in one town. Two hundred jobs disappeared in another. It was just before Christmas. Her heart went out to those people. Everything was going wrong this year.
The Christmas tree was still in the back yard. There was snow on it. She couldn’t drag it in alone.
Emma decided to get the tree ornaments ready. She went downstairs to the storage closet. She tried to pull the box down from the shelf. It was heavy and seemed to be stuck. She gave it one last hard yank. It slipped from her hands. Before she caught it, it struck her upper arm. The skates that were on top of the box hit her arm first. They really hurt her arm. When the pain went away, she hauled the box up the stairs. Slowly things were getting done.
Emma would leave the kitchen floor and counter tonight. She was so tired. She would do the floor early tomorrow before the others were up. Then she would do the counter and table. Then she would finish the shopping.