This morning my sister Holly put on her watermelon skirt. Chemo may have taken away her appetite, but not her spirit. We grabbed a bag of slightly scorched popcorn and the three of us – sisters (including one in-law) – were off. Too broad to fit on the sidewalk side by side (had to be the watermelon), Holly waved to a friend. “We’re ladies out on the town,” she explained, “all week lo-o-ng.”
One young boy passed by us. “That’s one of the identical twins I was telling you about.” She stared at this face momentarily. “That’s no-mole Nathan.”
“What do you call the other one?” I asked.
“Eric,” she said. “I only have to remember which one doesn’t have the mole.” Duh!
We headed towards the car. Sandie, my sister-in-law, climbed into the backseat with our other passenger – the old ceiling fan I’d brought on the trip to install in Cheezy’s bedroom. I’d removed the blades and strapped the body of the fan securely in the seat belt for this Utah trip.
We drove to my son’s, Hot Wheelz, baseball game, but within minutes of arriving the game ended. He came over and gave each of us on-the-prowl ladies a hug. “Game over already?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he admitted, “I texted you the wrong time. I thought it started later. I jumped in the truck and rushed to the field after a call from one of the other players. And I got pulled over by an undercover cop on the way.” I didn’t think much of it. We are a family of speeders.
“So did you get a ticket?” I inquired, prepared for an affirmative answer.
“No,” he answered. “he let me go.”
“Was it your birthday,” Sandie laughed. That’s how Uncle Bob got out of his last ticket.
“Wow,” I exclaimed. I wasn’t prepared for this unusual streak of luck. “Why’d he let you go?”
“I just explained about the game. I don’t think he wanted the paperwork.”
“Why? What did you do?”
“Well, I was already late and there was this silver Camry driving in front of me, so I crossed the double yellow line to pass him. The cop said he could have ticketed me for speeding, reckless driving, and driving on the wrong side of the road. Probably cart me off to jail.”
“Where was the cop hiding?”
“In the silver Camry.” Can you believe a cop driving a Camry! Then it got even more interesting. “He told me I had an outstanding warrant from 1997. ‘It can’t be me,’ I told him. ‘I joined the Navy in 1996. I was in Bahrain.’” I think I grabbed my chest as any mother would during this fretful tale. “I almost said I’d been stopped lots of times and no one ever mentioned this before, but I thought better,” he laughed.
Maybe not the day on the town we planned, but all in all, a fleeting moment of being pretty darn lucky.
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Hot Wheelz is definitely your child!!
Prayers for Holly.
(Eat ice cream every meal Holly. I did and I still never made it down to Jenny Craig’s suggest weight. You can get away with it)
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