The next mornin’, Brooke’s momma made a full breakfast to celebrate the Twins…Almost’s … uh, triumph? The families gathered around the table and blessed the food to the nourishment of their bodies. Butter melted and flowed over the homemade buttermilk biscuits. Brooke forked a sausage straight from the serving dish to her mouth, causing both mommas to spit all three of her names out. Scrambled eggs were passed around and pancakes with syrup and gravy and Good Lord, this is making me hungry. Once all the items had made the rounds, everyone dug in. After only three bites, Wes’s momma lifted her coffee mug to her lips and sipped thoughtfully.
“Is there a drama club at y’all’s school?”
Wes started to answer.
“Honey, finish chewin’ and swallow before you talk. There’s no need for what you put in your mouth to be shown to everyone at the table.”
While Wes prepared to speak, Brooke’s momma agreed that a drama club was just what these children needed (their daddy's agreed too, but no one was listenin’ to them). It was the absolute perfect venue to channel all that creative energy. The school was well out of earshot of the neighborhood, but of course they didn’t say that.
“I’m not sure, Momma. I’ve never heard anyone mention it, and we read a play version of Peter Pan last year, remember? I read Wendy and Brooke read Nanny?”
“I should have ready Peter but Mrs. Johnson was relivin’ the time she played Peter in a park in Atlanta and had to fly by climbing up and jumping out of trees.”
“That’s right. Well, we need to find out. And if there isn’t one, we’ll just have to find out how y’all can start one.”
The plan was set. Breakfast finished with discussions of the day’s plans. Brooke and Wes were going to rehearse their routine. Their daddy’s were going to see if they could get a tee time or a check out the hardware store or go to the rifle range or hangout at Sears. The Mommas remembered they had a whole day of shopping to take care of and would the Twins…Almost be okay here by themselves?
“ABSOLUTELY!”
“Just … try to keep it down. For the neighbors.”
“We’ll try but we can’t make any promises.”
“When the Spirit moves you…”
“Yes. Well, try.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After everyone had showered, dressed and started their days, the Spirit most definitely visited the children and that Spirit moved and moved and moved them. The local mall had record sales and record amounts of loitering that day. It even beat the holiday rush. If they had known the cause, I’m guessing the two seven years olds could have been gainfully employed until at least their 8th birthdays running people out of their neighborhoods for the day.
So I'm going to keep working on this piece and posting more of the story. The coming parts will be only first or maybe second drafts, but I'll try to edit a whole story together once I have the whole thing out of my head and on to the computer screen.
“Is there a drama club at y’all’s school?”
Wes started to answer.
“Honey, finish chewin’ and swallow before you talk. There’s no need for what you put in your mouth to be shown to everyone at the table.”
While Wes prepared to speak, Brooke’s momma agreed that a drama club was just what these children needed (their daddy's agreed too, but no one was listenin’ to them). It was the absolute perfect venue to channel all that creative energy. The school was well out of earshot of the neighborhood, but of course they didn’t say that.
“I’m not sure, Momma. I’ve never heard anyone mention it, and we read a play version of Peter Pan last year, remember? I read Wendy and Brooke read Nanny?”
“I should have ready Peter but Mrs. Johnson was relivin’ the time she played Peter in a park in Atlanta and had to fly by climbing up and jumping out of trees.”
“That’s right. Well, we need to find out. And if there isn’t one, we’ll just have to find out how y’all can start one.”
The plan was set. Breakfast finished with discussions of the day’s plans. Brooke and Wes were going to rehearse their routine. Their daddy’s were going to see if they could get a tee time or a check out the hardware store or go to the rifle range or hangout at Sears. The Mommas remembered they had a whole day of shopping to take care of and would the Twins…Almost be okay here by themselves?
“ABSOLUTELY!”
“Just … try to keep it down. For the neighbors.”
“We’ll try but we can’t make any promises.”
“When the Spirit moves you…”
“Yes. Well, try.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
After everyone had showered, dressed and started their days, the Spirit most definitely visited the children and that Spirit moved and moved and moved them. The local mall had record sales and record amounts of loitering that day. It even beat the holiday rush. If they had known the cause, I’m guessing the two seven years olds could have been gainfully employed until at least their 8th birthdays running people out of their neighborhoods for the day.
So I'm going to keep working on this piece and posting more of the story. The coming parts will be only first or maybe second drafts, but I'll try to edit a whole story together once I have the whole thing out of my head and on to the computer screen.
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