Bonjour, Decembre!
Originally published on December 02, 2005
She sighed and reluctantly handed him the car keys to their blue porche. She looked him up and down in his khaki shorts and black tee shirt and bit her lip. He held a neatly wrapped present under his arm and had his hand outstretched for the keys.
“Don’t get reckless, ok. Keep it in one piece.”
“Don’t worry, sis. How bad do you think I am? It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“I just can’t bear to see you hurt or in trouble.”
He smiled in his perfect way as she placed the keys in his hand.
“Oh and-“
“Don’t stay out too long. I’ll be fine sis; I can take care of myself.”
She watched him go out the door into the crisp frozen air. She smiled to herself as she watched him close the door and drive away. She shook her head as put on her coat and headed outside to their second car. Her sister ran out the door in her slippers as she grasped a coat around her frail frame. Her hair was in messy tendrils flying from her head as she ran to the car.
“November, don’t be so hard on him,” she said. “You know December is strong, he’ll be safe. Promise me you won’t go after him.”
“Don’t worry, October. I’m just going to the store to buy some eggs. We seem to be out of them, again.”
