Monday, April 26, 2010

Chatty Cathy

posted Mon, 18 Dec 2006

I’m sitting on a bench outside of The Store reading a book during my break. A little girl, maybe eight years old, walks over and plops down next to me. I don’t even look up from my book, but she starts talking.

“It’s OK,” she says. “That’s my mama over there on the phone she’s talking to my daddy I mean my granddaddy no my daddy about my granddaddy my grandma passed away after Christmas Christmas last year that is or was it Thanksgiving? and now my granddaddy lives with us he’s been living with us since my grandma passed away but he’s sick too so my mama–”

The mom walks over.

I say, “Politics or sales.”

She laughs and nods.

The girl looks puzzled.

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