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coat was torn. A tiny
camcorder lay smashed nearby. She had a cut above her eye. Did I do that?
Georgia wondered. Wow. She felt both impressed and horrified. The shouting in
the room began to subside as the adrenaline slowed down. Everyone quieted down…except
for the girl. A horrible moaning sound was coming out of her.
"Robber," she seemed to sob. " Robbbberrrr ."
And then Anita, always Anita, took charge. Lucie was dispatched for water,
Darwin was sent for tissue, K.C. was convinced to get off the girl, and Anita
settled the stranger on a chair and wriggled off her coat. The unexpected
visitor looked more like Opie's cousin visiting from
Mayberry than a crackhead or a burglar. Georgia
rubbed at her knees, felt the beginning of a bump. The girl continued to cry,
taking noisy, ragged breaths. "There, there," Anita said.
"There, there." Still whimpering, her freckles streaked with globs of
black, the redhead looked up, shrinking back ever so slightly from the crowd
that stared at her. And then she spoke, in such a whisper that everyone leaned
forward as if to hear a long-awaited pronouncement. Georgia held her breath.
The redhead cleared her throat and tried again, haltingly, her voice scratchy
and fat droplets still running down her cheeks:
"Has…has anyone…has anyone here seen Julia Roberts?"
three
Early-morning sun streamed in the windows;
Dakota stretched out on the faded peach-and-yellow sofa in her pajamas and let the
warm light fall on her face, her head cradled in her mom's lap.
"It was quite a ruckus last night, kiddo. Yarn and needles everywhere!
Everywhere! Everywhere!" Georgia reached over to tickle Dakota, who
squirmed and jumped off the couch, jog-shuffling to the kitchen in her
oversized lime-green slippers. Georgia followed her, grabbing a couple of
bananas out of the fruit bowl on the sturdy IKEA table as she walked by. She
went over to the counter to slice up the fruit, her back to her daughter;
still, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Dakota moved stealthily to
refill her bowl of Froot Loops. The two Walkers
shared breakfast every morning, but Saturday meant sweet rolls and sugared
cereals and lots of cuddles.
"Did anyone get hurt?" Dakota was sorry she'd missed the action and
yet elated to have gone out with her dad the night before. He'd bought her a
bike! She couldn't wait to tell her mom. But she wasn't totally sure how it was
going to go over. Well, no, that wasn't true. She knew exactly how her mom was
going to react. Badly.
"Darwin was yelping about Peeping Tom psychos and K.C. could hardly be
persuaded to get up off this girl. Poor Lucie—she looked like she was going to
throw up. I think she was really scared. And I have a bump on my knee the size
of a bowling ball. It wasn't one of the shop's better moments." Georgia popped
a slice of banana into her mouth, then offered a piece to her little girl, who
shook her head, a drop of milk running down her chin. Nope, Dakota was
confident her mother hadn't noticed that she'd doubled up on cereal. Excellent.
"The next thing you know, Anita's got this girl sitting up and she's
blathering on and on. And then she starts crying all over again." She
leaned over with a napkin to wipe off Dakota's face. "And that's enough
cereal, sweetie. No thirdsies ."
Georgia reached for the coffee pot, filled her mug, and took a gulp. "The
meeting broke up early thanks to the arrival of this nuthut ,
but you'll be happy to know that Lucie and Darwin took home several cookies
each."
"Did they fill out the comment cards?" Dakota looked up, her eyes
filled with excitement and perhaps a little trepidation. Baking and this kid!
Still, better she obsessed about flour and sugar than midriff-baring tops and
boy bands. Though Georgia suspected she was starting to think about that stuff,
too. She shook her head.
"Oh, darling, with all the commotion, I completely forgot to hand out your
comment cards." She leaned over and whispered conspiratorially. "But
they all
camcorder lay smashed nearby. She had a cut above her eye. Did I do that?
Georgia wondered. Wow. She felt both impressed and horrified. The shouting in
the room began to subside as the adrenaline slowed down. Everyone quieted down…except
for the girl. A horrible moaning sound was coming out of her.
"Robber," she seemed to sob. " Robbbberrrr ."
And then Anita, always Anita, took charge. Lucie was dispatched for water,
Darwin was sent for tissue, K.C. was convinced to get off the girl, and Anita
settled the stranger on a chair and wriggled off her coat. The unexpected
visitor looked more like Opie's cousin visiting from
Mayberry than a crackhead or a burglar. Georgia
rubbed at her knees, felt the beginning of a bump. The girl continued to cry,
taking noisy, ragged breaths. "There, there," Anita said.
"There, there." Still whimpering, her freckles streaked with globs of
black, the redhead looked up, shrinking back ever so slightly from the crowd
that stared at her. And then she spoke, in such a whisper that everyone leaned
forward as if to hear a long-awaited pronouncement. Georgia held her breath.
The redhead cleared her throat and tried again, haltingly, her voice scratchy
and fat droplets still running down her cheeks:
"Has…has anyone…has anyone here seen Julia Roberts?"
three
Early-morning sun streamed in the windows;
Dakota stretched out on the faded peach-and-yellow sofa in her pajamas and let the
warm light fall on her face, her head cradled in her mom's lap.
"It was quite a ruckus last night, kiddo. Yarn and needles everywhere!
Everywhere! Everywhere!" Georgia reached over to tickle Dakota, who
squirmed and jumped off the couch, jog-shuffling to the kitchen in her
oversized lime-green slippers. Georgia followed her, grabbing a couple of
bananas out of the fruit bowl on the sturdy IKEA table as she walked by. She
went over to the counter to slice up the fruit, her back to her daughter;
still, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Dakota moved stealthily to
refill her bowl of Froot Loops. The two Walkers
shared breakfast every morning, but Saturday meant sweet rolls and sugared
cereals and lots of cuddles.
"Did anyone get hurt?" Dakota was sorry she'd missed the action and
yet elated to have gone out with her dad the night before. He'd bought her a
bike! She couldn't wait to tell her mom. But she wasn't totally sure how it was
going to go over. Well, no, that wasn't true. She knew exactly how her mom was
going to react. Badly.
"Darwin was yelping about Peeping Tom psychos and K.C. could hardly be
persuaded to get up off this girl. Poor Lucie—she looked like she was going to
throw up. I think she was really scared. And I have a bump on my knee the size
of a bowling ball. It wasn't one of the shop's better moments." Georgia popped
a slice of banana into her mouth, then offered a piece to her little girl, who
shook her head, a drop of milk running down her chin. Nope, Dakota was
confident her mother hadn't noticed that she'd doubled up on cereal. Excellent.
"The next thing you know, Anita's got this girl sitting up and she's
blathering on and on. And then she starts crying all over again." She
leaned over with a napkin to wipe off Dakota's face. "And that's enough
cereal, sweetie. No thirdsies ."
Georgia reached for the coffee pot, filled her mug, and took a gulp. "The
meeting broke up early thanks to the arrival of this nuthut ,
but you'll be happy to know that Lucie and Darwin took home several cookies
each."
"Did they fill out the comment cards?" Dakota looked up, her eyes
filled with excitement and perhaps a little trepidation. Baking and this kid!
Still, better she obsessed about flour and sugar than midriff-baring tops and
boy bands. Though Georgia suspected she was starting to think about that stuff,
too. She shook her head.
"Oh, darling, with all the commotion, I completely forgot to hand out your
comment cards." She leaned over and whispered conspiratorially. "But
they all
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