Should the Chandelier Fall...
Friday, April 28, 2006
[6:48am] Linnea loved Green Gables, there above the daisy fields. Collette had given her a piggy-back ride around the rooms Thursday night, as Linnea had forgotten her shoes. When Collette had taken her upstairs, Linnea gave a little gasp and said:
“I love this house!” She threw her arms back. “I want to buy this house, and I can live here with my husband some day.”
Collette thought she heard herself sigh. When the eight year-old was already thinking about getting married, well… as if the days didn’t go by fast enough already.
And it was during the early afternoon that Friday that Collette left the office and hurried out into the field winds of a gray sky and told Bud Cross that Jonas Swiss had called to say that the chandelier in the foyer would fall if they did not place a support beneath it.
“Well,” Bud hurriedly deliberated, “let’s see what we can rig up. Did you eat your Wheaties this morning?”
No, she hadn’t. However, she somehow managed to prop a great ladder up onto the crow’s nest sort of device where Bud had supported the chandelier with a board beneath the hatch.
“Didn’t know this was in your job description, did you?” Bud chuckled.
Ivy and Collette seemed to have such things happen rather frequently. Secretaries? Yes, partially. But more so jacks-of-all-trades.
Meanwhile, Collette thought about Diana. She now only had one week left before graduation – to be done with Wheaton for good. Odd how she had pined for it so long, and now it was already over…
That night, OLeif, Joe, Magnus, Ben-Hur, and Wallace were supposed to spend the night on the church property by the hay barn to watch for thunderstorms, high winds, and prowlers. Rumor had it, however, that Shakespeare was practically giddy over having a “guys’ slumber party” and Collette rather wondered if they would be doing less supervising and more practical jokes. And Jimmy would treat them to iHop the next morning at 4:30am.
“The Yankee lay low down with gold,
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!
She was broad and fat and loose in the stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
“G~d ~~~~ them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for American gold
We’d fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.