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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