Little Pitchers Have Big Ears February 10, 2017Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Humor, Writing & Writers.
My feet dragged down the hall.
I found my older brother Wally sprawled on his bed doing homework.
He glanced up, saw my glum face, and said, “Hey, Teddy. What’s wrong?”
“Mom and dad are getting divorced.”
Wally shook his head. “No way, you doofus . . . they’re BFFs.”
“I heard her say so.”
“Don’t know. Her bedroom door was closed.”
“What did you hear?”
“Hmm . . . ‘I’m tired of being taken for granted. I want to be swept off my feet’ . . . whatever that means.”
“That doesn’t mean they’re getting divorced.”
“Duh! I know that! I’m not stupid.”
“Duly noted. What else did you hear?”
“I better get flowers this Valentine’s Day . . . or I’m getting a divorce.”
Wally frowned. “I don’t get it. Mom doesn’t even like flowers. She has allergies. They make her sneeze. I wonder if . . .”
Just then, mom appeared at the door.
“Hey, guys, guess what! That play I auditioned for . . . I got the part! Rehearsals start tonight so I’m busy going over my lines. Pizza OK for dinner?”
Wally nodded. “Pizza’s great. Hey, mom, do your lines mention flowers, divorce, and Valentine’s Day?”
Now mom looked confused. “Yes. How did you know that?”
“A little pitcher told me.”
I grinned at Wally and hugged mom. “Great news, mom. Break a leg!”
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