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.

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