The Speak Easy. I had to throw one more up before they go on hiatus for summer. What can I say? I love these little characters of Life’s Glow! This one is titled Life’s Glow Part Three: Margaret’s Swinging Muse, So to Speak.
“It was the only thing she regretted.”
Life’s Glow Part Three: Margaret’s Swinging Muse, So to Speak
Margaret stood on her tip-toes holding the dandelion in the air and becoming visibly flustered. “What are you doing, Mar?” Anna asked, knowing she may regret Margaret’s answer.
“I’m trying to fly. It was on the video we saw at school so I know I can do it, but . . . It’s not working!” She yelled taking the flowering down and thrusting it into the sky, hoping upon hope after hope that the dandelion would begin to pull her upward. “Is there some kind of magic word or something? I wonder . . .”
“Oh my God, Margaret! It’s a cartoon! You know that won’t work!”
“Yes, it will! Teacher said that we can do anything we set our minds to, that nothing is impossible! The Lord is our shepherd and will help us accomplish anything!”
“Yeah, well, Sister Mary-Catherine lies! You cannot fly with a dandelion. Now, a helium balloon . . . hmm . . .” Anna considered the idea and possibilities.
“No she doesn’t! She is just young and maybe fibs a bit like the Riddler on Batman, soda speak, but she does not lie! My favorite teacher in the world would not lie to me. I have faith, soda speak.” She was becoming more flustered and troubled that Anna may not be fibbing herself, “Anna, why do they call it ‘soda speak’? I mean, I know it means when one thing kind of means something else, but I haven’t mentioned soda this whole time, yet, I know I used that right. I mean, not Dr. Pepper, or Coke, or Sprite, I didn’t mention one soft drink at all.”
Anna burst, almost rolling onto the ground in laughter, “Please, Mar, tell me you’re kidding. It’s not about soft drinks! It’s not ‘soda speak’, it’s ‘so to speak’. And yes, it’s when one thing is kind of like another, mm, so to speak.” She winked at Margaret.
“Oh. Okay. No wonder my friend Henry kind of looked at me funny. Anyway, I like Henry. He saves me swings.”
“Ewww, Margaret’s got a boyfriend!” Anna began to sing the phrase over and over.
Margaret tried to one-up her sister with a bit of reverse psychology, “Why yes I do. He wants to marry me, and for us to have a family, a house and two cars. So there!” She said with a broad, prominent display of her tongue.
“Dinner,” Dad yelled.
“Dad, you are not going to believe what Margaret just asked,” she giggled more at her younger sister.
“So, kids? School? What has your mother and my hard earned money educate you with today?” he said, alluding to the fact that they paid for a private school for both girls.
“Dad? My teacher wouldn’t lie to me, would she?” she iterated the day, about the watched video and the “anything is possible” portion of Sister Mary-Catherine’s presentation.
“Well, honey, she was speaking in terms of imagination and dreams. Anything you can imagine within certain physical parameters, you can do. She was speaking metaphorically,” Dad said.
“She was speaking in Soda Speak, Margaret,” Mom said, with a wry smile to her husband and a silent giggle. The girls, they agreed most nights, were the best entertainment for the price of admission that God could’ve ever given the couple – minus the future cost of college, they mused.
“Oh, okay,” Margaret said, shyly relieved, though inwardly shamed a bit by being the butt of a joke.
Bedtime came and went with Anna remarking on the day’s events and how Margaret had a new boyfriend named Henry. She asked Margaret for her permission to call him Oh Henry or The Chocolate Swinging Hero. Margaret feigned sleep as if she heard nothing.
Dandelions began to blow wistfully as their petals kissed Margaret’s cheek, and suddenly, she and Henry were flying. The bright moon guided their way over the Tennessee Valley and they flew as if they had magic on their heels. As they flew, Henry told Margaret he would always hold a swing for her on the playground. He offered her a drink of his Dr. Pepper and said he would always be there for her, so to speak. Margaret said she didn’t like Dr. Pepper. It was the only thing she regretted. Not liking the soda, she wondered if that detail would make Henry not like her. Henry said, “It’s okay. I don’t like it ether. I just wanted something to talk about.”
Take care, Speak Easy! See you soon. And take care, everyone else!