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Theo: Mama, here’s a ring. We’re married now.
Alice: Oh, thank you darling. We’re married? What does ‘married’ mean? Do you know?
Theo: It’s when you show someone a dance forever.
Why is…Otto glittery? You couldn’t find any paper? So you drew on him? With glitter…glue?
Let’s clean that off.
Oh…you say it doesn’t matter?
Because he can’t see it.
Baking day 1 + 2 + 3 / Afternoon walks in her favourite shoes; always on the wrong feet. / Oh, hello to you! The bulbs I planted in April, arriving just before Spring. So cheerful. / Quilts, embroidery, and a well stickered sewing box. / My stylist making some last-minute adjustments to my outfit. Or trying to get at all the Lego that he keeps in my handbag. / Sitting on the back deck, waiting for Summer. / Knitting, knitting, knitting.
Theo: Whose idea was it to put corn in a can?
Mabel: Hello? Hello, Mama?
I answer on my shoe phone.
Alice: Hello, Mama speaking?
Mabel: WHERE’S MY WINE? I NEED $20! LOVE YOU! BYE! Beep, beep, beep.
I feel like I just caught a glimpse of the future.
Mabel: Use your assassination!
Alice: …excuse me?
Mabel: Use your assassination!
Alice: …do you mean imagination?
Mabel: Yes! Your assignation!
Alice: I…okay.
There’s a lot of whispering happening over there. I’m only as suspicious as I ever am. Four years of low-level torture has built up a surprising tolerance for these things.
Slowly, Mabel emerges from behind the couch and crawls on her little pink belly across the floor in front of me, to where the dog is lying in a small patch of sun.
‘You got any stored, Mae?’, Theo hisses at her, peeking out from around the armchair.
She reaches into her leggings and pulls out a small Phillips head screwdriver.
‘OPERATION TIME!’, she yells.
The dog lifts his head slightly. He looks at me with brief resignation, and goes back to sleep.
I almost join him.