I wander in
with grandmother.
Filling my
eyes is a missing slice in a cake. The missing slice is not there but it is the
most obvious thing in the room. Apart from the crumbs around the mouths of two
grandkids.
Grandmother:
Who was it ate this cake?
Gertrude:
It was grandfather.
Grandmother:
Sometimes I don’t know why I bother.
Gertrude:
It was grandfather. He did it.
I move
around the cake and stare at it.
Me: I can’t
tell if this cake is worth eating. Is it tasty? Is it worth eating?
Gertrude: Yes.
It is very good.
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Kay looks
lost, confused and anxious.
Me: Are you
Kay?
Kay stands unsure
about what I said.
Me: You
look to me like Kay but Kay is a beautiful dancer. She is the best dancer in
the world. Kay is really good at dancing.
Kay smiles
and dances around the room. Graceful, lithesome and supple.
Me: It is
Kay. You are a beautiful dancer. You must be Kay.
Kay
continues her graceful movements. Smiling.
I don’t know who wins the most. With
a few words I have managed to make her happy. I reckon with her smile and her dancing
she has made me ever happier.
Monique: I enjoyed this immensely!
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