Mother of determined brow with madly texting teenaged daughter in tow appeared at the counter of the floral department. “We need to order balloons,” she said. “Four like those that you’ve got already blown up in front. And some just-regular balloons.” To Midge the Mad Texter: “How many do we need, honey?”
The largest high school in Ohio graduates its class of 2013 at the end of the week. Amanda ordered 100 green mylar balloons to proclaim “Mason” and “Mason Comets.” She set aside a box into which go the requested balloons into separate bags, so we’ll know we will have what’s been ordered. Or there will be stress.
Last weekend, I blew up a dozen of the Telstar-class of $9.99 foil balloons. One is a giant wiener dog with the words CONGRATS GRAD along its body in some weird breeding experiment. Then I heard quiet pride from Amanda for a cousin who lost her mother at 3 and her father at 16 and graduated from Lebanon High School summa cum laude.
I pulled four Mason balloons for the mother and waited her further choices. Yet Midge remained absorbed by the dramatics on her comm device in the Hello Kitty slip cover. “Honey?” Mom prodded. “How many? So it will look nice with these? Come on, and help your old mother,” and Midge perked up, and she looked me in the eye.
She was lovely, in the way that every young person is lovely. Her mother, looking elsewhere, seemed prepared to be ignored again. Yet Midge looked at me. I said nothing. I only thought: go on, kid, give your ma a break, then Midge said, “six white and four black,” and her mother paid, and Midge went back to texting.
Causes Anne Saker Supports
Freedom of thought.