Maddy tried to sleep, but the noise of her mommy’s party was too loud.
“Well, I should try to pee, that’s what Mommy would say,” she whispered as she drowsily walked to the little bathroom only she used.
On the counter top Maddy noticed something odd, truly odd. It was an empty box, with a note to Nana Sylvia from her mommy. ”Sylvia, blah, blah, blah I hope blah, blah Love, Brenda” Maddy could not read cursive, but clearly something was important.
Maddy carried the strange stick to return to Nana Sylvia. Grandpa had married her last year after Grandma had died some years before. Nana was really old, maybe the same age as her mommy, like 42 years old.
She carried the stick to Nana Sylvia. “Nana…what does a +means, and it’s kinda purple blue?”
Her words dropped like ice cubes into the warmth of conversations.
Mommy ushered Maddy upstairs to her bed. The room below was silent and then erupted in laughter and clapping. “Mommy,” Maddy asked sleepily as Mommy tucked her into bed. “Why are they all calling Grandpa ‘you old dog, you’?”
Mommy smiled and closed the door.
Oh, Delores--you old wordmaster, you! I hope you enjoy this one!!
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