Wouldn’t you know it, just when I thought I was getting a packet of love letters for Mother’s Day, I received a large envelope with instructions and a guest. My mission, should I choose to accept, was to take Flat Stanley, the guest, around Glosta. Let him see where Basil’s Momo lives.
Frankly, I was not interested, since I’d never heard of this kid, who’d been flattened by a bulletin board. After reading the whole assignment, I learned Flat Stanley’s the star of a series of books by Jeff Brown, besides, how could I refuse Basil and the good intentions of his first grade teacher? So, with temperatures in the 90s, you-know-who and I headed to the beach.
We went early for obvious reasons. Noticed some taking a wide berth around us, as I wedged Flat Stanley into a crevice in some pilings for a photo op. Felt eyes upon me when I told my guest to “stay put” while I fumbled with my camera. Must’ve looked like I’d just escaped from some locked facility.
We scooped up sand from Good Harbor Beach, headed to the Maritime Museum, even sat in a rocker made from lobster traps. After awhile, I tucked him into the journal in my purse for a nap and protection from wear and tear.
Don’t know if he slept.
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