Umber (47.21 — Oleander’s Story)
August 27, 2012 § 2 Comments
“No, Silvertip, cookies aren’t good for dogs,” Mama said. Silvertip flopped down on the floor next to her and sighed. He laid his head in her lap and whined politely, wearing his starving dog expression. She laughed and relented, giving him a bit of a macaroon.
We made paper dolls while Mama and Miss Brigid took turns telling stories about their families. Mama told me about her mother–my Grandma Alice–and her tales of the saints who caused wondrous things happen, like making it rain rose petals.
” What was your father like? I asked Mama.
“Oh, now, let’s have Miss Brigid tell us a story, Ollie Belle.”