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Topic: Ohhh…. (02/04/10)
TITLE: One Tough Bunny
By Marita Thelander
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“Well, girls,” June sat a plate of steaming hotcakes on the table. “What are your big plans for the first day of summer vacation?”
Ward looked over the top of his newspaper long enough to wink at his adorably perfect wife.
Wendy properly cut her pancake with her knife and fork and held a syrup-soaked bite mid-air. “Edith and I are going to walk into town and get that new record I’ve been saving for.” She popped the bite into her mouth and briefly chewed. “And if I have enough I’m getting a new fashion magazine.”
“Hmph,” Bunny slopped a pancake chunk in a puddle of maple syrup. “You just want to swoon over the movie stars.”
Ward snickered and lifted the morning newspaper to cover his face.
“What are you going to do today, Bunny?” June smiled and gently kicked Ward under the table.
“Laura and me are…”
Ward flicked his newspaper down. “Laura and I. You’re out of school one day and you speak like that?”
“Sorry, Sir. Laura and I are going to the new movie, Invasion of the Ant People.”
“That sounds swell, Bunny,” Ward stood and folded his paper, apparently not interested in pancakes. “Well, while you two play, I have to work.” He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on June’s blushing cheek. “Meatloaf tonight?”
“Eww,” Bunny stood and took her plate to the sink. “May I be excused, please?”
“Yes you may,” June nodded.
June hummed while she sashayed her way around the grayish kitchen, deftly maneuvering with her perfect hair, white apron and high heels. She jumped at a loud noise outside. Her perfectly manicured hand held the curtain aside and daylight streamed in on the colorless scene.
In total panic, Bunny hopped off her bike while still in motion and burst through the kitchen door.
“What is it, Bunny? What could possibly have you so upset?” June dried her hands, that didn’t really seem to be wet, on her apron.
“Something awfully terribly wrong is happening.” Bunny wiped tears and smeared dirt across her face before tumbling up the stairs and locking herself in the bathroom.
“Oh dear,” June’s hand twisted her pearls. She paced nervously for a moment before dashing up the stairs after her distraught daughter.
“What’s all the ruckus about?” Wendy and Edith rushed to the hallway.
“Something has Bunny terribly upset.”
“She’s probably fine, Mrs. Cleaver,” Edith poured on the charm. “She must’ve spilled her popcorn in the movie theatre.”
“Shut up, Edith,” Bunny yelled through the bathroom door.
“Say, Wendy,” June fiddled with her pearls again. “Why don’t you and Edith go enjoy some milk and cookies in the kitchen? I baked a fresh batch.”
“That sounds swell, Mrs. Cleaver. Thank you very much.”
June pressed her ear against the bathroom door and heard sobs.
“I hope they aren’t peanut butter cookies, they’re grody,” Edith whispered.
“I heard that, Edith,” June called after the two girls.
“But I’m sure yours are delicious, Mrs. Cleaver.”
June turned her attention back to her tough girl behind the door that suddenly didn’t appear to be so tough. “Bunny, honey,” June tried the door and discovered it was locked. “Let me in, please.”
Bunny spent the afternoon curled up on her bed clutching her childhood Teddy bear. Laughter floated across the hall from Wendy’s room.
“Hey, Wendy,” Edith pointed to a picture in the magazine, “Do you think that blouse would make it look like I have something?” She sat up straight with her chest thrust out.
“No,” Wendy giggled.
Bunny stomped down the stairs.
“Where are you going, Bunny?” June emerged from the kitchen and wiped her hands on her apron.
Ward sat in his easy chair and lowered his ever-present newspaper.
Bunny looked nervously at her father. “I’m going to Laura’s until dinner, if that’s okay?”
“Well sure,” June leaned close and whispered, “Be careful on your bike.”
Bunny groaned, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Ward looked puzzled, “Be back at 5:30. Your mother made meatloaf.”
Ward watched Bunny close the door. “What was that all about?”
June sighed. “Today your little Bunny became a young woman.”
“Ohhh… ” Ward lifted his newspaper and tried to hide his smirk.
June hit him on the back of the head on her way by. “Ward Cleaver…”
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