Lenora was 96. Her daughter Glenda, who lived with her, was watching her gradually sink into depression.
“Let’s sit on the porch,” Glenda said. “It’s beautiful spring day. “
Lenora walked slowly out and settled disconsolately in a chair.
A casual acquaintance, Carlos, came walking up the street with a puppy. The young dog pulled on the leash, tugging toward the porch.
“Here, dog,” said Lenora.
Glenda gasped. It was the first time her mother has spoken today.
The puppy licked Lenora’s hand. “What’s that dog’s name?” she asked.
“Chiquita,” said Carlos. “because she’s yellow and sweet.”
Lenora laughed.
“Let’s sit on the porch,” Glenda said. “It’s beautiful spring day. “
Lenora walked slowly out and settled disconsolately in a chair.
A casual acquaintance, Carlos, came walking up the street with a puppy. The young dog pulled on the leash, tugging toward the porch.
“Here, dog,” said Lenora.
Glenda gasped. It was the first time her mother has spoken today.
The puppy licked Lenora’s hand. “What’s that dog’s name?” she asked.
“Chiquita,” said Carlos. “because she’s yellow and sweet.”
Lenora laughed.
