“Lucinda, I know just the thing to get you
out of your blue mood,” Anastasia said a few days later when I was still moping
around about the stain on my wick and the melted puddle below it. “Let’s go on
an adventure.”
I’m
sure my eyes must have lit up in anticipation. Most of the time Anastasia came
up with such delightful things to do, but this time as she outlined her newest
plan I was dubious. Go out to the barn? The barn? Are you kidding me? Why we
could get scratched and scarred for life and never fit in with our peers again!
