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The words this week: gardeviance, kexy, aretaloger
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Alice’s mom heard the car in the driveway, the slam of the front screen door, and the pounding of Alice’s feet up the stairs. She went up to see what was so urgent and found Alice on the floor next to an old gardeviance they used for storing family treasures. “What are you looking for, Alice?” she asked. “I need the rain stick, Mom!” “Oh, I donated that to the charity sale,” her mother replied. Alice sat back on her heels. “I didn’t think they’d want it because it was so kexy. I mean, how can a rain stick be a rain stick when all the beads inside have disappeared? But they were happy to take it.”
“MOM! I took the beads out because I put something else in there! I need to get it back! It’s the one thing, besides the dogs, that can help me locate Adam! Where do they store the things for the sale?” Alice demanded.
“Patricia Rock was the one who came by. You can call…” but Alice had already flown by to the phone. By the time her mom reached the base of the stairs, Alice was on the way out the front door, whistling to the big Newfies to come with her. To her credit, Alice’s mom didn’t try to slow her down for an explanation of how Adam was missing yet again. Being a mom, she focused on the practical things.
“Will you and Luke and Adam be back for dinner?” her mother called. Alice shot her a look full of exasperation. So much precious time had already been lost. “Probably not. Thanks mom.” “Why are you taking the dogs, Alice?” her mom asked as she approached the car. Cass and Cicero eagerly jumped into the back seat and took up their sentinel posts at each rear window. Alice paused, “Mom, I need to go see a bad guy about a bad plan he had. He’s such an aretaloger that he wastes a lot of time telling everyone how smart he is. I need the dogs to impress upon him the urgency of time. Don’t worry, no one will hurt these big babies!” Alice’s mom looked at her reproachfully. “Alice, my concern is for you and that little boy. Find him and get him to safety…and take care of the dogs too.” She kissed her daughter on the forehead and pushed her down into the driver’s seat. “And bring Luke with you!” she added quietly as her daughter zoomed down the road.