Puck's Pretzel
The weather was amazingly spring-like that morning in late January. The winds were still beautiful. Mom had opened the windows. But the bitter cold was on its way, and shortly.
Jumbo cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
After Mom and Collette returned from the grocery store late that morning, the rain came. Only for a little while. But it began to bring the cool.
Joe left for class and Rose for choir.
“Do I look okay?” she asked.
“You do,” Collette told her.
“Thanks!” Rose exclaimed and gave herself a large thump on the stomach, as if in congratulation.
“Why do you do that?” Collette laughed at her.
“I don’t know,” Rose laughed.
Sometimes Rose did things, just because.
Meanwhile the math session was wrapping up with Frances.
“I need to get ready for choir,” Frances was saying.
“What do you have to do?”
“Well…”
Collette could see Frances thinking up a list that sounded longer than it actually was.
“I have to put on my socks, and shoes, get my wallet, phone, bullet, and watch…”
“Bullet?”
“Yes?” Frances smiled, ending his sentence as though it were a question.
By the time Rose had returned from class, she was ready to dump out Linnea’s button, bead, and knick-knack basket to look for things for her jewelry class that night. Puck roamed, looking for things to put in his mouth.
“Here, Chubcicle,” Carrie said, handing him a pretzel stick.
“Yay! Give me pretzels! Cheerios are not for a warrior!” Rose said for the little man.
Puck loved his pretzel stick and finished almost the entire thing before it was time to leave. He gnawed on it like beef jerky and cried at the end. But all was soon forgotten.
The ice had been falling earlier in the afternoon after the temperature had dropped a drastic twenty degrees or so. It was followed by rain, snow, and howling winds. It was another good night to be home while the world turned cold.