My mom and sister and I have a certain store at a certain mall, in which we spend many hours together whenever they’re visiting me. To others it is called Dillard’s, but to us it is The Mothership. We know every nook and cranny. We are familiar with the locations of the various brands, and can spot a new clothing display at a 50 yds. We have taken each of my babies there before the age of 2 weeks, and to this day they all assume a peaceful, relaxed pose whenever we walk in. (ok, that last part isn’t true, but it would be nice)
Conversation between two friends, overheard by my mom (j-Mom) in the handbag department of The Mothership: (want some more prepositions?)
"i wonder if chester had that problem?" says one lady to another.
With Texas drawl, "chester’s DEAD."
that’s it. all it took to have us in giggles all the way past the shoe department. and j-mom saying, ‘well, i guess it wasn’t a problem for him after all, whatever it was.’ don’t you wish you knew who chester was, what could have been a problem for him, and why the one friend thought to bring him up in conversation, but didn’t know of his death? i’m still wondering.
he could have been a dog you know.
or a ferret.
i really wish i knew.