Umber (49.42 — Oleander’s Story)
September 18, 2012 § Leave a comment
I tried more experiments with paper dolls and envelopes, and the results were always the same. Whatever paper facsimiles I put in the envelopes would manifest themselves in reality the next day. I made a turkey leg and put it in an envelope with my Mama paper doll, and the next day, Mama brought home leftover turkey from the hospital cafeteria. I drew a mouse and put it in an envelope with my Miss Brigid paper doll, and the next day Miss Brigid was setting mousetraps around the kitchen, complaining about vermin.
Slowly it dawned on me that I might be able to straighten things out between my parents if I put them together in a manila envelope. Well, on second thought, it wouldn’t be enough just to put them together. They had to be happy about it. I was out of envelopes by this time, so I decided to use a paper sack. I drew a rainbow and the bluebird of happiness on the outside and a pair of lovebirds on the inside, which was no easy task. I put my Mama paper doll inside the bag. I started looking for my Daddy paper doll. Where was it? I couldn’t find it. I was about to give up when I remembered where it was. In a sickening tidal wave of comprehension, I realized what I had done.