The A Girls’ Disclosure Policy: A Flashback
“Where are my keys! You girls are always moving my things!” The mother frantically roamed the tossing up paper and coloring books.
“I didn’t move them,” Alice offered but did not get up from watching cartoons to help.
“What about you Alma? Have you seen my keys?” The mother snapped sharply at the most likely girl. “Uhm, no. I don’t drive. I am not allowed remember. Only eight over here.”
April came in the back door covered in mud. Trying to be helpful and avoid a smart alec backhand Alma asked her, “Have you seen the mother’s keys?”
April said, “I don’t know where the bloody keys went.” A tiny pause of assimilation fell into the room and all looked to the tv as if to credit it for April’s European cursing.
The mother went out of the room and Alma, not convinced that Sesame Street had taught April a darned thing much less how to curse like a Britain, probed further, “Where are her keys, April?”
Still tiny but already filling a void, April said, “I threw them at Joe Joe and when they hit his face his nose got ‘em all bloody and they fell down the sewer. I don’t know where they went after that.”
“Oh. That makes more sense.” Alma nodded satisfied at her predictive accuracy and moved over on the couch so that April could watch cartoons too. “Probably should keep that to yourself from here on out okay?”
April looked at Alma and then at Alice to be sure. Alice did not remove her eyes from the cartoons as she lifted a finger to her lips and shushed in agreement.
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