Hello everyone, everywhere,
Rehearsals in the past week have been just inspiring. That’s the best word I can think of. We are all so happy and so focused on trying to make every note count. I am very proud of Larissa and Brooke for letting us go over and over the same songs. At first it wasn’t going so well for them, but we all just kept talking to them and telling them that this is how we have to do it and they bought into it a hundred percent. That’s all you can ask for.
Moving on…I was looking out my window yesterday–of course it was about 2:30 in the afternoon so it was getting dark–and watching the beautiful trees. As it turns out, we had some snow–nothing more than a good dusting–but when I looked out and saw that dusting of snow as far as I could see, I thought, “You could never have enough money to capture the beauty of this instant.”
Another happy moment is that Michelle is fighting back and on her feet again. (We had to stop in the middle of our writing tonight. Mama B had called up, and Michelle had to go down and dock her vacuum. If you don’t know what that means (and I didn’t) she has a robot vacuum. Luckily Mama B has someone to watch over her.
All I want to do now is to tell you about the story and then I’ll let you go. This is the second part of a beautiful fantasy. Get your kids and read! If you missed last week’s installment, go back and read it first. Next week we’ll give you the conclusion, but tonight we take you back to Jimtown.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.
THE NIGHT THE LAST LIGHTS WENT OUT IN JIMTOWN
“Well, I’d better start working,” thinks Rossi. “My first pigeons, I mean girls, will be the hymn singers.”
Now the hymn singers don’t like Rossi Brown Copeland. They call him a bad egg. It may stem from last year when Rossi Brown Copeland–now a grand performer–sang a limerick at the top of his lungs to the ladies and the children’s choir. As he was being shuffled off, he yelled, “Well what about my voice.” That, unfortunately, ended what Rossi Brown Copeland believed to be the voice of the future.
His next move is over to the fire, where everybody is either reading by the light or resting their weary eyes. Rossi Brown Copeland looks at them and says impishly, “A penny for your thoughts. Better yet, give me ten cents and I’ll tell you my thoughts.”
“Man oh man from the looks they are giving me you’d think I’d taken their last goose,” Rossi thinks.
Rossi sees no amusement here, so he says, “I’ll get back to you,” to a chorus of, “Please don’t.”
Rossi figures that he might as well just keep going. Lots of people still to cheer up.
“See you later guys,” Rossi calls from a safe distance.
Over there is a Greek woman, Mrs. Gelakis, and her daughter. They seemed to be moving rather quickly. Rossi doesn’t get it. Geez, last year he showed Mrs. Gelakis’ daughter his magic trick. He calls her Maria, but her mother keeps saying, “That’s not her name. I’ve told you ten times, it’s Eva.”
Rossi looks at the girl and says, “Hi, Maria. Do you like magic?” She smiles. When kids smile it’s got to be good, right? So Rossi says, “Do you have a penny? I’ll make it vanish.”
Eva digs her little hand into her pocket and produces one shiny penny. Rossi smiles and slides it up his sleeve when she looks away. With great glee, Rossi Brown Copeland annouces, “It’s gone.” He pats Eva on the head and leaves. Standing there now, watching them scurry away from him, he remembers, “Oh yeah I was supposed to give that penny back. Now I know what Mrs. Gelakis was shouting at me all across the field. I thought it was Greek for happy holidays—upon research that day I might have been mistaken.”
On to the skaters. They love Rossi. There is the old gang: Tommy (it’s Michael), and Sally (it’s May). “I know they’ll be glad to see me,” think Rossi. “I’m Rossi Brown Copeland.”
Well. when they saw him they yelled, “Go away Rossi Brown Copeland. Last time you tied our laces together and rubbed our skates with molasses.”
“I’ll be right back,” Rossi screams as he retreats over to the bakery.
Now the bakery…
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP).