I look at the clock and frantically holler for Jane, who is ten minutes late for her piano lesson.* Mea culpa, I lost track of time.
"Tell Miss Wendi I’m so sorry," I say. "Tell her your mother has holes in her brain."
Rose pipes up. "Ooh, can we fill them with candy?"
*(Turns out the problem is just that I can’t tell time. It WASN’T 3:10, as I’d thought in my hasty and panicked glance. It was 2:15. What is it with me and clocks these days?)
No Bears for the Bairn
BE VAR VAR QIYT
Rose’s First Holy Communion