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Show Things to Remember 132 3. Susan wheeled the buggy through the gravel, down the hill under the hanging eucalyptus, across to the mail box, red flag down. She looked through the stack. A package for Geoffrey-a baby gift. She tucked the brown parcel under the blue shawl. "I'll open it later," she told the sleeping child. They strolled past corrals, past horses and onto the main road. Homes dotted some of the newly green hills; wild mustard yellowed others. Passionate spring all around. Geoffrey woke and they danced, right on the shoulder of the road. He laughed. She held him closer. "Wa-be-doo-wah...ba doo, ba doo." After a few ballroom turns, Susan put him back inside the buggy decorated with hanging butterflies, dragon decals and the letters of the alphabet. After a l l , he'd never be a basketball star like his father. The doctor had said to buy rubber padding to sew into the knees of his pants. Make rubber pads for his elbows. "Better yet," she thought, "let him wear a crash helmet or rubber diving suit so he'll bounce when he f a l l s ." "How ya doin' kiddo?" she said, reaching into the buggy and wiggling his chin. "Do you like this sunshine, this spring?" She pushed the buggy to the edge of an apricot orchard. "Let's go see what a blossom looks like. You've never seen a blossom have you?" They traversed the bumpy ground until they found a low branch where Geoffrey could touch and feel. "Blossom," she said. "That's a blos-som." |