Mrs. Jones Monologue
“Hey lady I’m sorry! Let me loose.” “If I turn you loose, will you run?” asked the woman. “Yes’m,” said the boy.”
“Then you won’t be let loose. I tell you kid when I do let you loose you will never forget Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones.”
Mrs. Jones pulls Roger home as he struggles to get loose. When they get there he looks at her strangely as he washes his hands. She asks if he is hungry. “Sure, I guess. Uh..Do you need somebody to go to the store,” asked the boy, “maybe to get some milk or something?” Mrs. Jones denies sweetly while she gets her cocoa out of canned milk. As Mrs. Jones starts to heat up some food for them both, the woman wanted to ask why he thought it was okay to do such a thing but she restrained herself. She is just about ready to serve but before she hears the deep intake of the smell …show more content…
of food from Roger. She turns around only to see Roger sitting there smiling and tearing up.
“Why are you tearing up son?” She asked looking concerned.
“Nothing, I just have never had a home cooked meal.”
That’s impossible Mrs. Jones thought to herself. Even with her record she had home cooked meals. Mrs. Jones sets down each of their food and tells him to eat.The woman felt really bad but didn’t want to bring it up again so she didn’t. What she did do is start to tell him about her job but then he interrupted “You work at a hotel beauty shop? Funny I never would have pictured you doing something like that.” “I guess you don’t know everything do you? This is why you do things that are not exactly right, huh?”
Roger was silent. He kept thinking Over. Over, I want this over. Mrs. Jones looked at him with a sincere face. After what seemed to be forever Roger broke the silence, “I have nobody at my house, they all left. They said they had work to do but they never came home. That’s sorta the reason I started this.” Mrs. Jones sighed as she begins to tell him about her past.
“When I was younger- I guess you could say I was impolite sorta like you. I never really had a home. I lived in the streets with others. But someone was kind enough to steer me right from wrong, so that is what I am hoping I can do for you.” She spoke as if nothing even happened. Like Roger was just some uninvited house guest.
“Not to be rude but you realize that might never work right? I mean some people never change from bad habits.” Roger sounded as if he was about to be hurt.
“Alright. Well you best be off. You finished?” Roger had enough butterflies in his stomach to last him a lifetime. “Yeah. I’m all good. I’m just asking this because you brought me here. Aren’t you going to ask me any questions?”
Mrs. Jones answered, “What did you want my pocketbook for? You seemed to have tried to grab it quite vigorously.”
Roger suddenly felt weak. “I wanted new blue suede shoes they are supposed to be the best.” “They will make your feet burn.” She wanted nothing more than him to learn the right lesson.
The silence grew quieter and quieter. Until finally Mrs. Jones asks
“You should be going. Do you need a place to stay?”
“No I can find something. Th-an-k You?”
They finally get up and they walk to the door. Roger grins as he is about to go,
“Wait son, here take this money and get yourself some blue suede shoes.” He smiles.
She sends Roger off and makes sure he knows she will always be here. As Roger stands outside Mrs. Jones house, he reflects on everything they had touched on in the house. Roger suddenly gets an idea. “I'M GOING TO REPAY HER!!!” Roger screams going down the street to the shoe store before it closes. He arrives at twenty-minutes till close . I got this. I got this. C’mon now.
When he walks in he realizes that he saw a pair of Mrs. Jones shoes with the size ten all over it. Easy. Easy now. “Aren’t you the one that right outside of this store got into trouble for stealing?” The saleswoman gave him a stare down.
“Yeah.I gu- guess that was me. ”
“Alrighty.” She gives him the meanest look. “What are you in here for?”
“Ok...2 pairs of blue suede shoes please. Sizes 10 in womens and size 7 men.”
She walks over to aisles still not 100% sure if she should let him buy them because she thinks it's stolen money.
“Let me ring them up for you.” Roger hears all the clicks of the keys. “That’ll be $9.50. Out of $10 all right your change-”
“Keep it.” as he walks out the doors and off to Mrs. Jones house. As he gets there he knocks and knocks waiting for Mrs. Jones to open the door. He waits for 5 minutes no answer. She didn’t come to the door. Roger starts to walk away. He couldn’t stop thinking what was I thinking she doesn't care about me. I just a miscreant that she tried to help. That was stupid Roger. Just so stupid.
Every morning it was a different feeling about giving the shoes to Mrs.
Jones. He had lost his confidence but then he remembered that he did truly want to change and that was the first step: giving back. So on that last day on the very brisk fall he walked to her house. She was outside about to leave.
“Well what do I see here, Roger are you changing out of your habits?” She said so calm and sweet like.
“As a matter of fact I want to. Here take this. A small...uh token of my …..appr..ecia..tion.”
“ Size 10 well...spot on Roger. Where are your shoes?”
“Yeah, I well saw a pair of your shoes. I have a matching pair.”
“I know you might not want to help but if the offer still stands I woul-”
“Come over anytime. I would love to help you....son. Now until I get back nothing bad. You got it? Do you want me to let you in?”
“I can wait outside or I could you know hop the fence.” He said that with the slightest humor because he wasn’t sure if she would in fact take it as a joke. They both laughed. For there on out they were always together. Mrs. Jones helped him make the correct choices and no more stealing. He loved having someone set him straight although
it
was stressful at times. Roger finally had a family. He was with them everyday all day.
“Then you won’t be let loose. I tell you kid when I do let you loose you will never forget Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones.”
Mrs. Jones pulls Roger home as he struggles to get loose. When they get there he looks at her strangely as he washes his hands. She asks if he is hungry. “Sure, I guess. Uh..Do you need somebody to go to the store,” asked the boy, “maybe to get some milk or something?” Mrs. Jones denies sweetly while she gets her cocoa out of canned milk. As Mrs. Jones starts to heat up some food for them both, the woman wanted to ask why he thought it was okay to do such a thing but she restrained herself. She is just about ready to serve but before she hears the deep intake of the smell …show more content…
of food from Roger. She turns around only to see Roger sitting there smiling and tearing up.
“Why are you tearing up son?” She asked looking concerned.
“Nothing, I just have never had a home cooked meal.”
That’s impossible Mrs. Jones thought to herself. Even with her record she had home cooked meals. Mrs. Jones sets down each of their food and tells him to eat.The woman felt really bad but didn’t want to bring it up again so she didn’t. What she did do is start to tell him about her job but then he interrupted “You work at a hotel beauty shop? Funny I never would have pictured you doing something like that.” “I guess you don’t know everything do you? This is why you do things that are not exactly right, huh?”
Roger was silent. He kept thinking Over. Over, I want this over. Mrs. Jones looked at him with a sincere face. After what seemed to be forever Roger broke the silence, “I have nobody at my house, they all left. They said they had work to do but they never came home. That’s sorta the reason I started this.” Mrs. Jones sighed as she begins to tell him about her past.
“When I was younger- I guess you could say I was impolite sorta like you. I never really had a home. I lived in the streets with others. But someone was kind enough to steer me right from wrong, so that is what I am hoping I can do for you.” She spoke as if nothing even happened. Like Roger was just some uninvited house guest.
“Not to be rude but you realize that might never work right? I mean some people never change from bad habits.” Roger sounded as if he was about to be hurt.
“Alright. Well you best be off. You finished?” Roger had enough butterflies in his stomach to last him a lifetime. “Yeah. I’m all good. I’m just asking this because you brought me here. Aren’t you going to ask me any questions?”
Mrs. Jones answered, “What did you want my pocketbook for? You seemed to have tried to grab it quite vigorously.”
Roger suddenly felt weak. “I wanted new blue suede shoes they are supposed to be the best.” “They will make your feet burn.” She wanted nothing more than him to learn the right lesson.
The silence grew quieter and quieter. Until finally Mrs. Jones asks
“You should be going. Do you need a place to stay?”
“No I can find something. Th-an-k You?”
They finally get up and they walk to the door. Roger grins as he is about to go,
“Wait son, here take this money and get yourself some blue suede shoes.” He smiles.
She sends Roger off and makes sure he knows she will always be here. As Roger stands outside Mrs. Jones house, he reflects on everything they had touched on in the house. Roger suddenly gets an idea. “I'M GOING TO REPAY HER!!!” Roger screams going down the street to the shoe store before it closes. He arrives at twenty-minutes till close . I got this. I got this. C’mon now.
When he walks in he realizes that he saw a pair of Mrs. Jones shoes with the size ten all over it. Easy. Easy now. “Aren’t you the one that right outside of this store got into trouble for stealing?” The saleswoman gave him a stare down.
“Yeah.I gu- guess that was me. ”
“Alrighty.” She gives him the meanest look. “What are you in here for?”
“Ok...2 pairs of blue suede shoes please. Sizes 10 in womens and size 7 men.”
She walks over to aisles still not 100% sure if she should let him buy them because she thinks it's stolen money.
“Let me ring them up for you.” Roger hears all the clicks of the keys. “That’ll be $9.50. Out of $10 all right your change-”
“Keep it.” as he walks out the doors and off to Mrs. Jones house. As he gets there he knocks and knocks waiting for Mrs. Jones to open the door. He waits for 5 minutes no answer. She didn’t come to the door. Roger starts to walk away. He couldn’t stop thinking what was I thinking she doesn't care about me. I just a miscreant that she tried to help. That was stupid Roger. Just so stupid.
Every morning it was a different feeling about giving the shoes to Mrs.
Jones. He had lost his confidence but then he remembered that he did truly want to change and that was the first step: giving back. So on that last day on the very brisk fall he walked to her house. She was outside about to leave.
“Well what do I see here, Roger are you changing out of your habits?” She said so calm and sweet like.
“As a matter of fact I want to. Here take this. A small...uh token of my …..appr..ecia..tion.”
“ Size 10 well...spot on Roger. Where are your shoes?”
“Yeah, I well saw a pair of your shoes. I have a matching pair.”
“I know you might not want to help but if the offer still stands I woul-”
“Come over anytime. I would love to help you....son. Now until I get back nothing bad. You got it? Do you want me to let you in?”
“I can wait outside or I could you know hop the fence.” He said that with the slightest humor because he wasn’t sure if she would in fact take it as a joke. They both laughed. For there on out they were always together. Mrs. Jones helped him make the correct choices and no more stealing. He loved having someone set him straight although
it
was stressful at times. Roger finally had a family. He was with them everyday all day.