Yesterday evening, a tiny fist thudded against my front door and rattled it on its hinges, and I knew before I opened it that it was the little girl across the street (I mentioned her first in this post: New Friend). She has proven to be such a colorful character that she is being honored with a nickname for my blog: I will call her Rip, since she literally runs everywhere she goes, be it across the room or up the street.
She was standing on my porch with a crooked smile and a deck of cards, and she asked, “Are you in the middle of something? Do you wanna play cards?” I liked how she didn’t wait for an answer to the first question before extending the invitation to play. Rip pounced through the door and started whipping playing cards like a Vegas dealer, the entire game punctuated with her non-stop commentary and chatter, like “I am mighty grateful you did that” when I laid down a card she needed, and a satisfied giggle of glee as she swept all my cards over to her side of the table.
I started to suspect she was making up the game as we went, so I suggested, “Why don’t we play something I actually know how to play?” I got out the Memory game, and we got down to business, which involved her flipping over cards and exercising a memory like a elephant, while I beamed with pride at my 2 cards I earned in between her raking up cards, and then her exclaiming, “You don’t remember where anything is!”
Though my memory skills did not impress her, she chose to stay for 2 more rounds, and my cats eventually got brave enough to venture into the room to check out the newcomer. Tweetie was fixated by the beads in her braids, since they clicked together every time she moved her head, which was a lot. He was unabashedly staring at her when she tilted her head to him and asked, “Are you sitting there giving that grumpy look to me? Oh, no you didn’t!” Before I could hide my smile at that, she brushed a cat hair off the table and asked me, “So which one of the cats is losing all their hair?”
Later, while I was concentrating intently on where the other beach ball picture card was hidden, she asked me, “Where do you go every morning when you get up so early?” I told her, “To work,” and she looked surprised and said, “Oh! I thought you were in high school.”
I will immediately write a letter to Olay, whose moisturizer I use daily, to let them know that their product, according to testimony of a 9-year-old, has shaved 16 years off my appearance!
After she left, I sat wondering about her, since one of my past-times is wondering a lot and thinking too much, and I smiled and shrugged…I don’t know why two souls in this world collide, if there’s a purpose, or if she just needed someone. Or if I did.