All around her feet, lying in the sand,...
All around her feet, lying in the sand, were
bright green tennis balls
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Others floated shoreward on the mild waves
"When did you do it?" Ilse was still smiling -
almost laughing"And what the heck does it mean?"
"Do you like it?" I askedBecause I didn't like
itThe tennis balls were the wrong color because
I hadn't had the right shade of green, but that
wasn't why; I hated it because it felt all wrong
It felt like heartbreak
"I love it!" she said, and then did laugh"C'mon,
when did you do it? Give
"While you were sleepingI went to lie down, but
I felt queasy again, so I thought I better stay
vertical for wholesale tiffany awhileI decided to draw a little,
see if things would settleI didn't realize I had
that thing in my hand until I got up here I
pointed to Reba, sitting propped against the
window with her stuffed legs sticking out
"That's the doll you're supposed to yell at when
you forget things, right?"
"Something like thatAnyway, I drew the picture
It took maybe an hourBy the time I was finished,
I felt better Although I remembered very little
about making the drawing, I remembered enough to
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know this story was a lie"Then I lay down and
took a nap
"Can I have it?"
I felt a surge of dismay, but couldn't think of white chanel purse a
way to say no that wouldn't hurt her feelings or
sound crazy"If you really want itIt's not much,
thoughWouldn't you rather have one of
Freemantle's Famous Sunsets? Or the mailbox with
the rocking horse! I could-"
"This is the one I want," she said"It's funny
and sweet and even a littleYou look at her one way and you say, 'A
doll' You look another way and say, 'No, a little
girl - after all, isn't she standing up?' It's
amazing how much you've learned to do with colored
pencils She nodded decisively"This is the one
I wantOnly you have to name itArtists have to
name their pictures
"I agree, but I wouldn't vintage chanel jewelry have any idea-"
"Come on, come on, no weaselingFirst thing to
pop into your mind
I said, "All right - The End of the Game
She clapped her handsPerfect! And you
have to sign it, tooAin't I bossy?"
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"You always were," I saidYou must
be feeling betterAre you?"
"Yes," I said, but I wasn'tAll at once I had a
bad case of the mean redsVenus doesn't make that
color, but there was a new, nicely sharpened Venus
Black in the gutter of the easelI picked it up
and signed my name by one of back-to doll's pink
legsBeyond her, a dozen wrong-green tennis balls
floated on a mild waveI didn't know what those
rogue dolce and gabbana handbag balls meant, but I didn't like themI
didn't like signing my name to this picture,
either, but after I had, I jotted The End of the
Game up one sideAnd what I felt was what Pam had
taught the girls to say when they were little, and
had finished some unpleasant chore
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She stayed two more days, and they were good days
When Jack and I took her back to the airport,
she'd gotten some sun on her face and arms and
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seemed to give off her own benevolent radiation:
youth, health, well-being
Jack had found a travel-tube for her new picture
"Daddy, promise you'll take care of yourself and
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