“And that’s the last I want to hear about this robe matter, Cindy Lee. We just can’t afford them right now. Oh I know your momma left us that money, but the roof was leaking with all the snow we’ve been getting and we took a vote and we knew in our hearts that if your dear momma was still here this is what she would have wanted us to do. We’ve been through this before, so just hush child, you don’t need to get yourself worked up over this again. You have to remember what the doctor told you.”
Not surprised that no one offered her a ride home after the way she’d acted, she shrugged into her winter parka. Cindy really didn’t want to go back outside. Weeks of single digit temperatures did nothing but make her cranky and she knew it. Leaving the church and these people and getting home was the only thing on her mind. Having to trudge the three blocks through the slush only darkened her mood. “Why can’t they just see how raggedy, huff, those nasty, sorry momma, I know you and Aunt Sally made them, huff, robes are outdated and just plain worn out, huff.”
Her only friend in the world, Yo-Yo, the “nutball cat from outer space,” greeted her with a tail lasso and purring loud enough to wake the goldfish, Buggles. “Why can’t everyone else be as happy to see me as you guys?” After sitting on the bench to catch her breath, she tossed the parka at the coat rack and missed. Cindy started for the fridge and the chocolate brownie supreme she had squirreled away from work this afternoon when Yo-Yo detained her by leaping into her lap.
“Not now; I’m not in the mood to make you happy.” As she waited for the beep from the microwave, Cindy tried to shoo the cat away, already tired of his antics.
The comfort afforded her by the treat did nothing to adjust her attitude. “Why can’t they see that we need those new choir robes in time for the Easter pageant? Little miss ‘Oh our old ones are just fine’ needs to see how shiny her big fat behind is from all the sitting she has done on it. Why does Pastor always take her side?”
Now, Cindy, if you can’t say anything nice,,,,,,”Not now momma, I have to figure out how to get those new robes.”
Don’t worry dear,,,,you know what the Bible says about the lilies of the field…. ”I know, they don’t toil nor spin, but you should just see how worn these old things are. Some of the zippers are snagging too; last Sunday one got that green sweater you gave me the day they took you…..It’s just too much, seeing Beatrice sitting in your place in the choir loft, and now they won’t use that money you left them for the robes. You know singing in your choir is my only way of staying connected to you. I wish I could just disappear; no one would notice anyway.”
A sorrowful yown yowwwnn came from under the bed, “Oh yeah, Yo-Yo, you’d miss me at feeding time. Sorry, I was running late tonight, I forgot your food. Well here, a can of tuna for you and an ice cream dream sundae for me.”
Watch your sugar, sugar, you know what the Dr said the day after my funeral…when you collapsed? “I know, I know, leave me alone, one little bitty dish of ice cream won’t hurt.”
Moving to the front room and clicking on the TV, Cindy settled in for the evening. She’d think about this tomorrow; now it was time for a good movie. Yo-Yo snuggled in, knowing this was the best part of the day.
The alarm sounded and sounded, and Yo-Yo started to knead Cindy’s already cold arm. When nosing her cheek did nothing, he started in with his yowning and yowning but she just wouldn’t move.
Look momma, oh, I behaved so badly that night at choir practice, I was so upset that they wouldn’t use your money on the robes, now look. Oh even Beatrice looks radiant in the purple robe. Oh, she’s bawlin her eyes out, oh momma……Oh they so much wanted to surprise me for Easter. Oh, momma..
Yes dear, sometimes we just need to let God do the talkin’.
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