All during seventh-grade, Cissy pestered her mother to buy her some high-heeled pumps for church. Mom told her she could get high heels when she reached eighth-grade. Finally, the time came, and Cissy triumphantly purchased a pair of elegant white pumps with 3-inch heels. The first Sunday she wore them, her feet were killing her by the time she got home from church. After a month, she was begging Mom for new shoes. Mom said she could either wear the white shoes, or last year’s short-heeled pumps.
Never again in her life did Cissy wear heels taller than one inch.
Never again in her life did Cissy wear heels taller than one inch.
