Welcome! Lockets and Baseball Gloves, Part 1

I am here to say, Welcome to My Third Blog! I was originally going to have a page on my main blog that told stories of the Parker Family, but I decided that it would be better as a blog. So here it is! And here is the first part of the first story in the Parker Family Chronicle, Lockets and Baseball Gloves:

Lockets and Baseball Gloves

    Elizabeth pulled the dishes out of the cupboard. It was her turn to set the table for supper. She usually didn't mind; it gave her time to think about different things.
    But today she wanted anything but time to think. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the baseball glove out in the rain with the beautiful leather all torn up.
    John started it, Elizabeth thought. No, you know he didn't rip your special apron on purpose, said her conscience.
    Sure he did, whispered the tempter, John deserves to have a ruined baseball glove.
    You need to tell him, the quiet little voice encouraged.
    "Elizabeth! Why are you standing there?" Mother asked, "It's almost time for supper. Set the table!"
    Just then, John walked in the door.
    "Dad," he said, "that baseball glove I got for my birthday is great! It fits almost perfectly!"
    Elizabeth almost dropped the cups she was holding. If he knew...she thought.
    "Well, son," replied Dad, "I'm glad you like it. Make sure you take good care of it."
    This is too much, thought Elizabeth. Suddenly, she heard a clatter. She looked down; she had dropped all the forks she was carrying.
    "Rinse them off with hot water," Mother commanded, "And please," in a kind tone, "watch what you're doing."
    "Yes, Mother," she replied, sullenly.
    "And the leather is so nice and soft," continued John. "All the boys at church say it's the nicest glove they've seen."
    "Yes," Dad agreed, "it should last a long time."
    Elizabeth knew that if she had been holding anything that time, it, too, would have gone clattering on the floor. She knew her stomach had almost hit the floor.
    When they all sat down for supper, Elizabeth asked, "May I be excused? I feel sick. Can I lay down?"
    Mother looked with concern at Elizabeth, "This is your favorite meal. Are you sure?"
    "Oh, yes," Elizabeth nodded, "If I didn't feel so bad, I'd gladly eat my favorite meal."
    "I guess so," replied Mother, "I hope you feel better."
    Elizabeth turned and ran upstairs.
    The next afternoon, Elizabeth didn't feel much better. She sat on the couch reading when John came running in from outside.
    "I finally found it," he said, a little tremulously.
    "Found what?" asked Elizabeth.
    "My glove, but it-it's ruined."
    "I-I'm sorry," stammered Elizabeth.
    "Do you know why it was out in the rain?"

To be continued...