October 19

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Rose was over with Francis and Linnea by eight-thirty.

Puck was prepared to play the flag-matching game, using the cut-out flags and Collette’s newer version of the Flags of the World t-shirt.

Rose also brought out the flat cardboard that had been used as a sun-blocker in Puck’s window, the same one, all those years, at night. And a glass jar of markers. They colored away in squiggles and shapes.

When Francis was completed with his lessons, he took the body-length pink micro-bead pillow of Linnea’s, which she had leant to Puck, and put it on his head, scrunching the two sides of it with his fists.

“Look, I have pink pigtails,” he said.

Then Puck ran around in his shiny green dragon cape as a preview to Hallowe’en.

And he participated in playing the Tibetan bowl chimes on Rose’s iPhone app.

It was cold again. The poor confused blushing bubblegum pink roses — which Collette always had hoped were going to be dark orange — were still blooming.

So it was out for another walk of near two miles, and around what was OLeif’s old place of work. And this time, under sun. For there was still no chance of rain, again, until the weekend. And this seemed to be rare anyway.

That evening, following the usual bubble bath for Puck, a jog for Collette, and The Magic School Bus, Collette prepared chicken-vegetable tacos,. which were originally intended to be vegetarian-tofu, but she had none of that… Puck seemed to not mind the combination of chicken, corn, salt and pepper, spinach, and goat cheese, in white flour tortillas. And he was even given three red Skittles at the end of his meal.

Meanwhile, OLeif was at class that evening.