Out to Dinner

Puck was a restless one that day. Graham crackers did not easily distract him from the desire to slip outdoors during church.
“Down? Down?” he asked repeatedly.
By the afternoon, everyone had regathered together again to drive out to Ladue. And although Grandpa was not home to receive their visit at the time, they next rode over to Grandma Snicketts’. She had her hair newly permed.
“I wish I had had Carrie over here to roll it up for me,” she said. “It’s too frizzy.”
But she looked nice.
“She’s cute,” said Rose, with a grin.
After showing off the growing Puck to her puzzle friends, Grandma joined them for a trip to Steak ‘n Shake, just as the glowing orange of the blue-ridden heavens, sank between folds of evening clouds.
Puck was very happy to receive, for the first time, his very own water cup with a lid and straw. For most of his dinner hour, he plunged the straw in and out of the plastic lid. However, he was easily distracted by his fruit plate of apple slices and purple grapes. But even more so – by the shoestring fries. His eyes lit up like shiny marbles, when he saw the plate delivered to the table. And while Collette had only ordered them for herself, she did oblige him with a few, once he ate some of his chicken fingers.
And the evening ended with another ride home at dark.
Night rides were fun things.