Holey Moley!
Wednesday, June 8, 2005
It would be a day for catching up with nick-nacks, Collette decided, and for preparing to write her mystery the following two weeks. She wondered if she would ever really finish it, but decided it was worth a try anyway.
The dove still cooed on the roof, and Collette was pleased to hear that storms were coming for the next five days at least, provided all worked out as planned.
As it happened, the morning was spent shopping with Carrie, who purchased gifts for Eve’s seventeenth and Stacie’s eighteenth birthdays and for Kitts. She found a good set of sequined, baubly, and be-jeweled things for them all. She knew her friends well.
At home there was cheesecake after lunch (while Mom and the other kids were at the English’s finishing the “Princess Diaries” play begun earlier). Then they discussed Carrie’s assignments for her new classes, one of which included a six-page report for the first week.
Carrie left to get a drink and exclaimed from the kitchen:
“Holey moley – look at those clouds!”
They were dark and moving fast, coming in from the north. Collette opened the back screen door. She ran out to bring the flowers in for shelter and to rescue a box of crayons on the picnic table. Carrie watched the television which indicated bad weather. Suddenly the wind began to blow with a mighty gust. Collette walked to the front door.
“It’s so warm out there,” she said, watching the trees.
Out the back glass door, the wind whipped through the golden field and forests far off. The trees and chimes rolled in the winds. Troops and the kitties sat in the kitchen and watched the elements. Suddenly the air was cold and the winds swept through. Perhaps a good storm had finally come.
Meanwhile, Dad was beginning a new contract, and there would be pizza in celebration that evening. Although Joe and Rose were still at the English’s and Francis was at the Silverspoon’s with Israel and the other boys. Mom soon waltzed in the back door with Linnea and called the English’s, as Joe wanted her to call to be sure she made it home safely before the storm hit.
And in other news, Diana had just arrived in D.C., (although her plane landed at the wrong airport), as part of her internship, and would be gone till Saturday evening. She was even considering grad school, now that she had only one year left at Wheaton.