Little Girls
“They had been in the middle of some low-voiced discussion when Laurie walked in. They both looked at her and Ted offered her his winning smile. Both he and Susan sported chocolate milk moustaches.
“Sleepyhead,” he said. “How’s the foot?”
“Much better, thanks.”
“There are waffles on the counter.”
“Great.”
“I hope we didn’t wake you.”
She went to the stove, lifted the coffeepot and found it empty. “Not at all,” she said.
“Susan brought the bags of clothes down this morning and set them on the fro...nt porch,” Ted said, “and I already called the Salvation Army. They’re sending a truck out this afternoon.”
“Well,” she said, folding her arms and leaning her buttocks against the front of the stove. She smiled at them. “I feel like the shoemaker who has been visited by elves in the night.” Yet this made her think of the dream she’d had, recalling Abigail’s pale, moonlit face looking down on her as she lay motionless on the sofa, and the smile quickly evaporated.MoreLess
“Sleepyhead,” he said. “How’s the foot?”
“Much better, thanks.”
“There are waffles on the counter.”
“Great.”
“I hope we didn’t wake you.”
She went to the stove, lifted the coffeepot and found it empty. “Not at all,” she said.
“Susan brought the bags of clothes down this morning and set them on the fro...nt porch,” Ted said, “and I already called the Salvation Army. They’re sending a truck out this afternoon.”
“Well,” she said, folding her arms and leaning her buttocks against the front of the stove. She smiled at them. “I feel like the shoemaker who has been visited by elves in the night.” Yet this made her think of the dream she’d had, recalling Abigail’s pale, moonlit face looking down on her as she lay motionless on the sofa, and the smile quickly evaporated.MoreLess
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