Page 7 of The Flyboy's Girl
Sitting down at the table, Grandma says, “Now tell me why you were looking for dress patterns.”
“I was invited to a school dance by this boy I’ve knownforever!” Alana exclaims. She begins telling Grandma how she’s going to her first dance with a date and how Justinfinallyasked her himself yesterday during lunch. Smiling proudly at her older sister she finishes with, “Zoey is going to make my dress for me.”
“Oh, I remember going to school dances. They were so much fun.” She takes a few bites of her lunch before asking, “So this boy, does he have a name?”
“Yes, it’s Justin,” Alana says smiling, as her cheeks turn slightly pink.
“What about you Zoey? Any boys I should know about?”
Zoey smiles. “A couple, but no one special yet.”
“Smart girl,” she laughs, reaching over to pat her arm. “Play the field. You’re both young, you have plenty of time. Enjoy it while you can.”
Small talk continues as we eat lunch. Alana talking about how she was selected to perform a flute solo during the annual Christmas concert they’re preparing for.
Zoey tells Grandma of her love of fashion. Her eyes lighting up as she talks about how she enjoys sewing, and watching one of her designs come to life. Of course, this leads our discussion back to the attic. Both girls tell Grandma how they were looking for Mom’s old dress patterns for Zoey to use when she makes Alana’s dress for the dance.
“Then we found a box of old photo albums and started looking through them. They must be Grandma and Grandpa’s, because there were a lot of them when they were young and when Mom was little,” Alana explains.
“That’s how we found that box,” Zoey says. “It was in the bottom of the box with the photo albums.”
“These two almost scared us to death. Mark and I had gone out to dinner for our anniversary, when we came home we couldn’t find them anywhere. We searched the entire house hollering for them the whole time. Finally, when we got upstairs and Mark called out for them, they answered from the attic. I recognized you in the pictures, but there were some people I didn’t know, and we were curious,” I admit. “Would you mind telling us about them?”
A wistful smile appears on Grandma Ruby’s face, “I’d love to,” she says. “Let’s finish our lunch and get this cleaned up, then we’ll get comfortable and I’ll tell you all about it.”
