July 3
Item # 17 – Small box in top bureau drawer
Logan,
This box contains a sticker Livia found under her saddle one day. I’m sure you remember the day I’m referring too. Livia knew what you’d done, but played along. She’s a better sport than I imagined.
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Logan was excited when he came back from his first riding lesson.
“Mom, you should have been there,” his voice rose with each word, until he was practically yelling. “Livia’s horse went wild. He was bucking and started running. You should have seen it. It was so cool.”
“It was nothing an experience horse woman couldn’t handle.”
Livia folded her hands across her lap. She was the picture of gentility, sitting stiff backed, ankles crossed. But today, an extra smile played across her lips.
“She stayed on his back like one of those cowboys at the rodeo,” Logan continued.
I asked what happened.
“I don’t know,” he said.
He sounded a little too innocent for my liking.
“These things happen,” Livia confirmed.
After Logan ran upstairs, Livia told me the truth.
“That little rapscallion put a cockle under my saddle.”
Livia produced the offending sticker.
“Are you ok? I can’t believe he would do something like that. I’ll have a talk with him.”
I fully intended to ground him to Livia’s care for the remainder of the summer and hard labor during off hours.
“Not necessary. I’m taking care of it,” Livia insisted.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh yes, dear. You just worry about you. I can handle one prepubescent boy.”
I’m sure she can handle him.
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Hi John,
I’m behind on comments, so I’m seeing a lot of you today. Thanks for all of the great comments and you’re right.
Dee
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What happened next? I loved this story.
Judy
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