“Good night,” I said, tucking her in.
Her eyes disclosed internal debate and then decision. “I need to show you something.” She unwound from the covers and wove two steps to her desk. “This is my cube drawer.”
The art installation popped with brilliance, beauty, and even humor, yet my first reaction was concern: I wondered where she had crammed the drawer’s previous contents.
Maybe previous contents are what’s wrapped up in the colorful cubes.
Mary Ardis, so long as none of it was candy, all is well!
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