A Pontiac to Norway

Monday, May 23, 2005

As it turned out, there was a rather awkward silence in church Sunday morning, as each graduate from high school, college, and seminary, were recognized individually before the service, and asked to stand as their names were called. Upon hearing this, Carrie gave Collette the death glare.

“I’m serious – I had no idea…” Collette insisted.

But it quickly passed, and Collette was happy to see that Jordan and Idlewild were back for a visit. They looked good together, as they were almost the same height. And Idlewild was dressed in spring green and a skirt of pink and white flowers. She looked even more Idlewild-ish. And, yes, she had taken the hair cut, as all the other brides of the past year had seemed to do.

Meanwhile, in other news – Linnea had lost the other top tooth in her mouth.

“I’m going to sell it,” she announced. “How much do you think it’s worth?”

“Oh, you never know,” Collette thought aloud. “You could sell it on eBay.”

“Oh, yes! And I’m going to get a thousand dollars,” Linnea whooped.

“No, Collette, you can’t sell body parts on eBay.” Carrie-Bri shouted from the bathroom where she was fixing her hair.

“Oh, that’s right,” Collette mused. “I guess a tooth is a body part.”

And that morning, Monday, Collette and Carrie-Bri met Diana and Eve for breakfast at Cracker Barrel. It had already been a year since they had done so, what with everything having been so busy. It was good to have an hour or so to talk things over, with French toast, biscuits and gravy, and fried apples.

And upon arriving home, Mom had news from Mrs. Octagon concerning Felicity (good old neighbor friends), who was interested in going into interior design, but had not made up her mind yet. She had graduated the spring before. They had many fond memories of playing together, and Felicity would always play with Francis and Linnea when they were babies.

Now, Mr. Octagon, the car-man, had just sold a wonderful old car (a grand piece he had fixed up) to a Norwegian, Hans, who had flown over to the United States to see it, paid full price, and shipped it back to Norway. He paid at least enough for Mr. Octagon to purchase forty-one acres (and a mule) adjacent to his aunt’s and uncle’s property. The things that happened to people…