Girls Blue

((1973, St. Paul, Minnesota) (Sharla and Sheryl))

I'm calling this by far, although two lost kittens may lose not the correct word. The two girls involved, one of eight (Sharla) the other five (Sheryl), looked around the house, not my house, knowing with certainty what is the correct number was, without knowing if he was home, they were taking a chance, but by people seeking my apartment, and stopped in front of it (was a duplex, lived above). There was white as snow drifting lightly through memory as the road had seen the previous window, bent on sidewalks, and beside the road, was a cold afternoon. The rustling wind against their faces, the exposed surface of the meat, about a crush, like look.

I jumped of the chair, the hallway door was locked, and no one was down, and I ran to look out the window to see who was doing the beating, making the noise. In the blank below of Sharla and Sheryl stood there like two wooden soldiers. Launching an awareness of my body, I looked hard snow, seemed to leave all, she has had been in the cold winter elements for a long time, so I thought, I told myself curiously the future. Sharla looked like a rabbit, shot, and Sheryl, just cold and confused, stood a little behind, as Sharla kept knocking on the door, and ran down the stairs to greet them.

"What is, "I said when I opened the door, knowing her mother Carol lived about a mile from the road. Sharla Snow called it some-was to say something but could not for now, anyway-was tongue-tied, allowing your body to normal dive.

Trembling, coming from the motor outside the crystalline snow, apparently floated down the stairs whispering something dramatic, holding to his left and sat on the floor on a couch, her little sister at her side.

He looked at me, knowing that it was not a friendly visit, is more than that. He held tight in his sitting position, knees trembling.

"I had afraid that I would never find their house, "he said, then began to mourn and hugged me and said" you're safe. "(Actually I do not know why what I said, only sensors needed to hear that for some reason ...)

"Okay, while we stay here until my mother comes home it's late, it has never been late and can not fine the keys to the house, and she did not call us, and it's been two hours than expected. "

"Sure, I said, "you can stay here as long as you need!" She smiled. Sheryl Little, sat knowing very little about the situation except as his older sister told her, and seemed not told her he had been feeling the impact, perhaps a bit of neglect, ie, knowing they are not really abandoned, however, feels that has been abandoned in empty space, without a clue of what happens later, you're on your own, is a complex emotion, she was unsure whether his mother was well, perhaps for those hours was not sure of anything, but on the other hand, was sure of one thing, that his uncle lived somewhere on the road in a big house on the second floor, and an opportunity, an opportunity, they would find-if they had decided to go looking, and might help. She followed her instinct, was brave, and she was correct ((not if you're lucky) (and perhaps it was fate, maybe it was God sent)).

I remained silent for a minute. He looked at the empty look on Sheryl's face is hell not, I meant, but I did not say that. It reminded me of the time my brother and I were lost in the North St. Paul, which was compared with Sheryl then maybe a little older, my brother Mike and my brother, about eleven at the time, which was similar to Sharla, was to find a way for us to do something, because I do not know what he had done, was empty and blank, not sure what was going on completely, although the mind my brother knew, but had a good idea now what might have been thinking. In any case, Sharla's instincts were correct, as my brother were in the If Mike begged for a dime to use the phone and made a phone call that would end our dilemma to Sharla and Sheryl, I was at home, thank God.

About an hour and a half later, Carol came over to let him know that his two daughters were. I never asked what was their situation was, I felt it was my business, it was a good mother, that's all I knew, and what were their reasons, I am sure they were more than substantial.

No: 505 (10-28-2009) EAP (Inspired by a real event in 1973, dedicated to the sisters Sharla and Sheryl)

How is that children are starting to like pink and girls are starting to like blue and black?

Seriously! Pink for girls and blue and black is for children is the way it should be!

who said it was pink for girls and blue and black was for kids? no There is no law that states this. anyone can use any color you want. personally, I never liked always rosy and I am a girl. I like black, not so much a range of blue, but still okay.

Girls Blue

Girls Blue