November 3
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Collette and Puck took a walk around the neighborhood that morning. The air was cool. There were still pumpkins on the porches, which Puck enjoyed pointing out. And the sky was all blue.
In the afternoon, Puck was busy outside working on his stroller with a giant screwdriver. And then he thought about tweaking the car.
“I gotta fix the car, don’ I?” he asked importantly.
And then they went back inside to prepare a pan of enchiladas and listen to Native American music on Collette’s laptop.
That evening, the moon rose. It was big and yellow.
“There he is!” Puck exclaimed. “He’s so tall!”