"Scott! Bob! Don't go out yet!"
Nina's yell halted us in our footsteps. As one we turned around to see her and her cousins Carl and Max running after us. The three were all within a couple years of each other, and had always been thick as thieves, so it was no surprise to see Nina ringleading them again. She had a bundle of some sort in her arms, while Max trotted along behind her juggling a roll of duct tape. Further behind, Carl strolled along with a big grin in his face.
I shared a look of amused incomprehension with Scott. He shrugged.
A few moments later Nina stood in front of us, gravely rocking back and forth on her heels and toes. At twelve years old, she was already nearly five feet tall, and she had her mother's blonde hair; unlike Kat, though, she kept it cut short, not quite shoulder length. As she peered at us through her glasses, she held out the bundle. "Here. We thought maybe you could hang this over the garage door."
"Thanks, I guess." I took the bundle, which was looking quite a bit like a folded sheet, and began unfolding it. After a moment Scott got into the game, and then the two of us began to chuckle.
Broad stripes of what looked like indelible art marker, the kind with a two-inch-wide felt tip, spelled out "HI NEIGHBOR! WE'RE FRIENDLY!" Smiley faces two feet across flanked the greeting.
"Oh yeah," Scott said, laughing. "We can use this."
Grinning, I nodded. "Maybe we should add, 'AND A LITTLE STUPID, TOO'."
-- Bob
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Visit beautiful Boston, proud successor to Seattle as
"City Most Scared Of Its Own Shadow
Nina's yell halted us in our footsteps. As one we turned around to see her and her cousins Carl and Max running after us. The three were all within a couple years of each other, and had always been thick as thieves, so it was no surprise to see Nina ringleading them again. She had a bundle of some sort in her arms, while Max trotted along behind her juggling a roll of duct tape. Further behind, Carl strolled along with a big grin in his face.
I shared a look of amused incomprehension with Scott. He shrugged.
A few moments later Nina stood in front of us, gravely rocking back and forth on her heels and toes. At twelve years old, she was already nearly five feet tall, and she had her mother's blonde hair; unlike Kat, though, she kept it cut short, not quite shoulder length. As she peered at us through her glasses, she held out the bundle. "Here. We thought maybe you could hang this over the garage door."
"Thanks, I guess." I took the bundle, which was looking quite a bit like a folded sheet, and began unfolding it. After a moment Scott got into the game, and then the two of us began to chuckle.
Broad stripes of what looked like indelible art marker, the kind with a two-inch-wide felt tip, spelled out "HI NEIGHBOR! WE'RE FRIENDLY!" Smiley faces two feet across flanked the greeting.
"Oh yeah," Scott said, laughing. "We can use this."
Grinning, I nodded. "Maybe we should add, 'AND A LITTLE STUPID, TOO'."
-- Bob
---------
Visit beautiful Boston, proud successor to Seattle as
"City Most Scared Of Its Own Shadow