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Authors: Gayle Trent
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stupid group, and it has a stupid name, but I’m all for parties . “What are you takin’?”
“I thought I’d bake a chocolate cake and swirl a spider web design on the top with vanilla icing.”
“That sounds good . How about I make a cheese ball?”
“All right . Do you think you can shape it like a brain? You know, to be in keeping with the Halloween theme?”
No, I thought; but I said I’d see what I could do.
DIVIDER HERE
When Sunny got to the house Monday morning, I had still-warm-from-the-oven blueberry muffins waiting for her . I heard Faye toot the horn goodbye before I heard Sunny come through the door . I hoped that meant things were better between Faye and Sunny, too . That was the first morning I’d heard Faye toot the horn when she dropped Sunny off . I hadn’t had much of a chance to talk with Faye, but I knew she was as tore up as a toddler with a two-wheeled tricycle over Sunny gettin’ suspended.
“Mornin’,” I said, wonderin’ if I was about to lose whatever ground we’d regained.
“Mornin’, Mimi.”
“Have a seat and get you a muffin.” I followed my own instructions . “We need to talk.”
Sunny draped her jacket over the back of a chair and sat down . “About what?”
“About Alicia Granger.”
Sunny commenced rolling her eyes and huffin’ and puffin’.
“Is she poor?” I asked before the young ‘un blew my house down.
The huffin’ and puffin’ stopped . “Huh?”
Risking the walls caving in, I huffed a breath of my own before tellin’ Sunny about goin’ over to Alicia’s house on Friday.
“The place was shabby as all get-out,” I said . “And when I asked her mother about the play, she said she couldn’t come because her car was broke down.”
“So you think Al steals because she’s poor?”
“I don’t know . Maybe . If she is the one doin’ the stealin’, maybe it’s for attention . Her mama didn’t even know Alicia has the lead in the school play . Didn’t seem to care, either.”
Sunny’s appetite finally got the better of her, and she grabbed up a muffin . “ So, w hat? You want me to question Al? Spy on her or somethin’?”
I shrugged and peeled the paper off my own muffin . “Whatever you wanna do . I wanna get her mama to that play.”
Sunny stared at me like I’d just spit pea soup at her . (Sorry, but them monster movie commercials are takin’ their toll on me and Matlock both.)
“Don’t mention it to Alicia,” I said, “or to anybody else for that matter, but I’m gonna do my dead-level best to get her mama to that play on openin’ night.”
“Why, Mimi?”
I shook my head . “Honey, if you was in that play and my car was broke down, you’d better believe I’d do whatever it took to get there . Her mama don’t seem to feel that way, and I think it’s a shame.” I tore a piece off the top of my muffin and popped it in my mouth . “I can’t promise a nything , but I’ll try my best . That is, if you don’t care.”
“Why would I care?” Sunny asked.
“Alicia might not want her mama at the play . She hadn’t told her about it.”
“That, I’ll ask about.”
Chapter Six
Tuesday I was back at work in
“I thought I’d bake a chocolate cake and swirl a spider web design on the top with vanilla icing.”
“That sounds good . How about I make a cheese ball?”
“All right . Do you think you can shape it like a brain? You know, to be in keeping with the Halloween theme?”
No, I thought; but I said I’d see what I could do.
DIVIDER HERE
When Sunny got to the house Monday morning, I had still-warm-from-the-oven blueberry muffins waiting for her . I heard Faye toot the horn goodbye before I heard Sunny come through the door . I hoped that meant things were better between Faye and Sunny, too . That was the first morning I’d heard Faye toot the horn when she dropped Sunny off . I hadn’t had much of a chance to talk with Faye, but I knew she was as tore up as a toddler with a two-wheeled tricycle over Sunny gettin’ suspended.
“Mornin’,” I said, wonderin’ if I was about to lose whatever ground we’d regained.
“Mornin’, Mimi.”
“Have a seat and get you a muffin.” I followed my own instructions . “We need to talk.”
Sunny draped her jacket over the back of a chair and sat down . “About what?”
“About Alicia Granger.”
Sunny commenced rolling her eyes and huffin’ and puffin’.
“Is she poor?” I asked before the young ‘un blew my house down.
The huffin’ and puffin’ stopped . “Huh?”
Risking the walls caving in, I huffed a breath of my own before tellin’ Sunny about goin’ over to Alicia’s house on Friday.
“The place was shabby as all get-out,” I said . “And when I asked her mother about the play, she said she couldn’t come because her car was broke down.”
“So you think Al steals because she’s poor?”
“I don’t know . Maybe . If she is the one doin’ the stealin’, maybe it’s for attention . Her mama didn’t even know Alicia has the lead in the school play . Didn’t seem to care, either.”
Sunny’s appetite finally got the better of her, and she grabbed up a muffin . “ So, w hat? You want me to question Al? Spy on her or somethin’?”
I shrugged and peeled the paper off my own muffin . “Whatever you wanna do . I wanna get her mama to that play.”
Sunny stared at me like I’d just spit pea soup at her . (Sorry, but them monster movie commercials are takin’ their toll on me and Matlock both.)
“Don’t mention it to Alicia,” I said, “or to anybody else for that matter, but I’m gonna do my dead-level best to get her mama to that play on openin’ night.”
“Why, Mimi?”
I shook my head . “Honey, if you was in that play and my car was broke down, you’d better believe I’d do whatever it took to get there . Her mama don’t seem to feel that way, and I think it’s a shame.” I tore a piece off the top of my muffin and popped it in my mouth . “I can’t promise a nything , but I’ll try my best . That is, if you don’t care.”
“Why would I care?” Sunny asked.
“Alicia might not want her mama at the play . She hadn’t told her about it.”
“That, I’ll ask about.”
Chapter Six
Tuesday I was back at work in
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