
The following day, we were again in the car, returning from Mae’s gymnastic lesson. She was understandably fatigued, and not particularly happy when Papa announced that we had a few errands to take care of before going home. As he pulled into the grocery store parking lot, Mae sat forward in her car seat. “Papa, I need you to buy me a watermelon. I’m hungry for a watermelon.”
“A watermelon?” Papa seemed more surprised than perturbed. “I don’t think I can buy one this time of year.” A frown crossed Mae’s brow and the corners of her mouth drooped.
I flashed her a knowing look. “Uh, Mae . . . do you think there’s something in my purse that would satisfy you?”
And there it was again, that lovely smile—radiating throughout the car. We both were laughing as I reached into my purse . . .
No comments:
Post a Comment