May 19

Kitts and Carrie had been making plans of things to do for the week while playing with a very active Puck in the backyard of the house. They also danced to Carrie’s hound dogs.
Frances was sitting at the counter with his math book and a huge pail of pretzel sticks. He was busy stacking them into a miniature log cabin next to his notebook.
“Frances, what are you doing?” Collette asked him.
“Every time I get a problem right, I put another pretzel on the house,” he said. “And when I get one wrong, I take one away.”
So while France’s house fluctuated over the morning, Puck continued to enjoy running around in the yard with his aunts.
That evening, Kitts, Carrie-Bri, and eventually Eve (who was brown from Florida), reunited at OLeif’s and Collette’s in the basement for a viewing of old plays and a large supreme pizza.
“Man,” said Carrie, “Kitts was so serious about drama.”
Kitts laughed.
“I was so embarrassed with that hair-do you gave me, Carrie,” said Eve.
“Listen to this accent. What were you thinking?” Carrie asked Eve. “I can’t even understand you!”
“I know – we worked like ten minutes on me trying to get a Southern accent and it sounded terrible!”
“I look like such a man in these!” Carrie cried remorsefully.
“You look like Orlando Bloom,” said Kitts, laughing.
“You always had some gender confusion in these plays – all of you guys,” said OLeif.
For half of the plays, their genders were semi-ambiguous for the duration.
“At least we stopped our silent plays. Kitts finally brought a sense of plot. That little detail.”
“Whose brilliant idea was it to kill off all the fish by adding salt to the ocean?”
They laughed until tears came for most of the evening over all the old classics: Zorro, Christmas Zorro, A Fashionable Christmas, She Saved the World, Terminator, and many others. Good old golden days.