We have purchased a pair of awesome boots from Macy’s, and I have escaped the fray with only a minor limp.
“Now what?” Jessica asks.
“Call your dad, and then we meet Randy for dinner.”
Randy is a friend I met through an online writers’ group, a woman who freelances for entirely different types of clients than I do but we both have the same sarcastic sense of humor and lack of patience for human frailty. We’ve never met face-to-face so it should be interesting. Jessica is beyond thrilled; she thinks of Randy as her personal friend and is under the impression that I am the one tagging along.
We have to take the subway, and we find ourselves in Grand Central and Jessica exclaims, “This was in Madagascar! And that is the clock Melman smashed into!” This is beyond thrilling for her. New York is now real.
Randy turns out to be a very pleasant companion and we amuse ourselves by being sarcastic and thereby annoying Jessica. We eat at Ellen’s Stardust Diner and walk around Times Square. Randy gives us presents – me, some books, and Jessica a journal.
Jessica immediately inscribes her book with the title “Jessica’s notebook.” She also makes a note that it is “blank,” maybe in case some future reader wonders why it doesn’t have any lines. Also, she notes that it is “new.” These words are all written in different places on the page, and it takes me a while to see that she meant to say “Jessica’s new blank notebook” but the words did not fall into place right.
The words sometimes get jangled up in her disorganized brain; it takes an act of will for her to get them out in the correct order, to find the pathway to bring them down in a way that will make them make sense.
“Well,” I tell her. “You will have to take notes about our adventures in travel.”
“We will do it together,” she announces. She knows the words get tangled up and that I can help her untangle them.
“You bet,” I say. “That’s an excellent plan.”