Gail Anderson-Dargatz
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I didn’t think he was lying, but then, he
was teenage boy. Only the week before he had
eaten an entire frozen cake in one sitting. He’d
then denied it, even though the crumbs were
all over hisT-shirt. And the cake container was
sitting at his feet. And his mouth was covered
in chocolate.
“I swear, Mom, it wasn’t me,” he said.
“I didn’t send Grandma’s package to you.”
“Well, it sure as heck wasn’t my mother.”
I thought for a moment. “Then it must have
been Lisa who sent it,” I said. “Mom
would
have asked her to.”
“And Auntie is the only one in our family
crazy enough to do it,” Cody said.
I laughed. “You may be right. They
were
sisters, after all.” I tossed the yo-yo and caught
it again. “I’m going to have a little chat with
her,” I said. I put the yo-yo and letter in the
box. “You okay making supper for yourself?
I think I’ll head into town now to see her.”
