Look at my Creation!

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

Collette arrived at the house, Wednesday morning, just in time for a brunch with Mom and the kids. Of course, a meal was not complete without the usual floor entertainment, which included gifts from Linnea, just for the good-will of the day. Rose’s gift was soon riding atop the fish tank in the form of Spiderman on horseback (action figures, as it were). Carrie received a spy-glass which distorted the viewed image much like a kaleidescope.

“Your nose makes pretty shapes,” Carrie spoke aloud, watching Collette through the glass. “Oh, sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.”

She finished quickly, forgetting that Mom was in the middle of reading family devotions.

St. Lucia’s graduation was that very night at UMSL, and so Carrie had her fun dressing Collette up, fixing her hair and make-up and loaning her silver sequined scarf and rhinestone earrings.

“Look at my creation,” Carrie declared, parading Collette into the kitchen.

Only Mom, Collette, and Carrie-Bri would be attending that evening’s graduation, however, as seating was limited. (So Rose’s make-over would have to wait until the next event.)

Collette had not been to that particular UMSL hall since the Kuk Sool Won demonstration several years before, where maniacs twirled and whirled, threw knives, and crossed sticks. And beforehand, it had been for Bristol’s graduation four years earlier.

Somehow it was a day that reminded Collette of the Caribbean. It was sunny outside, yes, and she remembered St. Kitts and the blue waters, the storms on the horizon and the colorful streets and shops and smiling ebony faces. It had been such a beautiful place, the water so cool in the deep, the ship-wreck and sea creatures, the schools of fish and the corals under the swirling reefs. They were magnificent memories.