Days of Rain

Puck had learned a trick. How to clack his tongue. He could be heard doing it at random moments of the day.

He had also been introduced, by accident, to the world of echoes, after rummaging in Mom’s pots and pans cupboard the previous day. He had found a plastic tub which fit the shape of his face, over which he placed it, and called to the rounded plastic corners of its insides. The echoes flew back in his face and he grinned, as if from behind the mask of a deep sea diver. These charades continued with other hollowed instruments.

The rain fell all day. A little lightening, a little thunder.

Puck slapped his way around the house on all fours. He had mastered the crawl after a month of practice. He had also found OLeif’s printer, and thought it was his own. He had learned how to open various compartments and drop things inside.

That evening, Collette was in the kitchen mixing coffee cake. OLeif made a gasp of happiness at the sight of food.

“Today is a day I’ve loved you more,” he said, in his silly way.