I’m Back Where I Started, But I’m Not In The Same Place
I read recently that stories are worlds with no limits. I like that, especially because it fits well with the notion with which I started this blog ten months ago: writing a future where anything is possible. Do I believe that? While I think about my answer, here’s the conclusion to Chapter 5. (Remember, last time Renee needed to act quickly to prevent Edward’s golf clubs from becoming croquet mallets.)
“Joe, how about we research some of these ideas. The children and I can start by reading Rumplestiltskin. Maybe it’s not as hard as we think to spin straw into gold.”
“As the Red Queen liked to say, believing the impossible is a good thing. ‘Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast,’ she once said.” Joe smiled.
“Or we could go to the creek and find ourselves a frog,” Renee continued firmly, trying to ignore the fact that Joe had just quoted one of her favorite passages from Alice in Wonderland. “If we washed our lips immediately afterwards, it might even be OK to kiss it.”
“Ooooo! Yuck!” Lucy shrieked, but Rory was enchanted with the notion of catching frogs, if not kissing them.
“Let’s go!” he shouted.
“I had best be on my way.” Joe said with another wink. And Renee knew that what he meant by that wink was that his job was finished here today and she could handle the rest. With aplomb even!
As she saw him out the door, he said, “Soon you and I will walk.”
She nodded assent. “Thank you, Joe,” she said softly as a large bubbly tear threatened to overflow down her cheek.
Before returning to the sun porch, she took a detour into the library to locate Grimm’s Fairy Tales. When she opened it to the story of Rumplestiltskin, all three children cuddled up close to hear her read it aloud. By the time she was finished Rory was roaring. “Now let’s go to the creek, Grandmama!”
“Give me a minute while I put on some clothes!” she gasped as he tried to pull her to her feet.
The morning in the woods was magical. “I hear the trees talking,” Lucy said at one point in their walk. But even more amazing, the boys splashed through the muddy creek water and their sister didn’t reprimand them once. And they found their frog. Rory wanted to take it home, but Renee convinced him that froggie would be happier in the creek. “So let’s all kiss him before we leave,” she suggested. “I brought saniwipes, so you don’t need to worry about germs.”
There were a lot of dramatics as the boys planted their kisses and laughed when Lucy squirmed. But in the end she kissed it, as did Renee who half thought that after all that kissing a prince would appear, but she was glad he didn’t. An actual prince would have been quite inconvenient at that moment.
By the time they returned and had lunch, Jordan was back.
“Mommy! Mommy,” they all shouted. “The Raggedy Man was here.”
“Don’t you even want to know how Daddy is doing?” Jordan asked reprovingly.
“And we all kissed a real frog at the creek, even Grandmama,” Rory reported.
“But it’s OK,” Lucy added hastily, “cause we wiped our lips.”
Jordan gave Renee a suspicious look. “What have you been doing to them?” she asked. “Kids, you will be happy to know that your dad is OK, and he will be coming home in the morning.”
“Yay!” Reggie shouted, but Rory didn’t want to leave. “I want to stay and have more fun with Grandmama,“ he pouted.
“Another time,” Renee promised. “Maybe the Raggedy Man will come back, too.”
Jordan rolled her eyes and said, “Whatever, Mom! Anyway, thanks for helping out.” And with that she herded the children out the door.