Good Deed

Mrs. Murdock lived up the hill, lonely and old. We girls didn’t know her very well, but my parents vouched for her, saying that she was deserving of a good deed. So they sent us a couple fields away to where the wild strawberries grew. Once our little tupperware containers were brimming with fresh fruit, we walked towards her house to ring the doorbell and present her with our gifts. I don’t remember her reaction at the time, but that Christmas, when we learned she had died, I remember being grateful that we had shown her kindness when we could.