Umber (47.20 — Oleander’s Story)
August 26, 2012 § Leave a comment
Miss Brigid must have heard the commotion outside. Seeing that I was upset when I came into the front room, she brought out my colored pencils and offered to make paper dolls with me. This was my favorite pastime, and soon I was busy making a dress for a paper leprechaun that the old lady had drawn.
When Mama came home, she disappeared into the bedroom, then came out a few moments later with a tiny statue of a man with a halo and arrows sticking out of him. She set him on the buffet in the dining room, and sat down on the floor with Miss Brigid and me. She put a plate of coconut macaroons on the floor between us.