“San Cristobal to Miami … Now boarding a Gate 37B.”
There was a flurry of activity at the screening checkpoint. The three cousins looked at each other and smiled. All was going according to the plan- so far.
This was the last obstacle.
Grandmama Sophia was being escorted to the side aisle to allow the agents to give a more extensive examination of her luggage. She was being ever so cooperative. Her blushing embarrassment was priceless.
“Sophia should be up for Gina’s Golden Globe,” the one cousin stated.
“Is there no conversation that you can’t entertain us with your propensity for film references, Oscar?”
“So, I have a life aside from the family. You puttin’ the next ‘tract on me?”
“Watch your mouth, Diego. Sophia’s done her job. It’s time to board so we can get on with ours?”
Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? All my sheets begin each night tucked in… Sometimes they stay that way. Most of the time I roll like a weenie on a rotisserie and I awaken in the shape of a burrito. The dog usually doesn’t mind the restlessness at night- unless he is on the inside of the burrito.
Have you stolen a street sign before? Nope… Never have. (But, I have purchased seven or eight rode signs for in the house.)
Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I Don’t cut out coupons. My sister does. She is a coupon diva. (Yes, I looked it up!) I probably should. She says she saves a lot of money.
“She doesn’t start. Likely more’n just the battery.”
“That oil spot? Grandpa Jack complained about her leaking for years.”
“Been meaning to move her to the garage”
“Who am I kiddin’?”
“Daisy May’s been parked since I had her towed from the estate sale eleven years ago.”
“Sure had high hopes… … So many memories.”
I looked up when I realized that I was the only one taking. Daniel, the neighbor’s youngest, was just standing there smiling at me.
“You see, I’m taking auto shop this year,” he said. I’d love to get Daisy May up and running again. The shop teacher said we each needed a year-long project… I thought of Daisy May. You could help… if you wanted?”
I chuckled. That gleam in his eye as he looked at Daisy May said it all. That was how I felt.
“She’s yours… …. And yes, I loved to help you every now and then.”