Quiet Rain

Come Saturday morning, Collette wasn’t up to par. She had contracted the ‘whatever-it-was-that-Dad-had-actually-got’, and what Carrie was also battling. And Mom and the kids. Although everyone had seemed to get varying mild symptoms.

So Collette was obliged to stay at home and work on various projects, guzzling water, vitamins, fresh fruit, etc. While OLeif took the Puck over to the Silverspoon’s.
Carrie was at her second day of CERT training, from eight to five.
And Rose busied herself with her church picnic in Forest Park and picking up Grandma Snicketts to attend the twins’ first birthday party, complete with gift basket that Mom, Collette, and Carrie had created, including:

little backpacks
sparkling bouncy balls
books

And packaged with it for Bristol and Nerissa:

a bottle of champagne
two champagne glasses
two packages of Ghirardelli chocolates: caramel and
raspberry

Meanwhile that morning…
The sun folded goldness through the green trees, washing the kitchen in dream-light.
And then came beautiful rain.

And OLeif was excited to escort a 1911 piano from New York into the house, the following Saturday.

Then came in the thunderstorm in the cool gray and blue of rain through open windows and the yellow lamplight in the autumn breeze.

That evening, Puck came back, anxious to talk about his day at his Nana’s.
“Hello in the cave!” he called out loudly into OLeif’s ear.
“There was bad guys on the TV,” he said next. “Tell Jesus to them.”
And then he stuck his foot up toward Collette’s face.
“Smell my foot,” he said, giggling.
(Something he had not learned at his Nana’s.)