July 18th, 1990

July 18th, 1990

At home

I was up with the birds this morning and grabbed the post the minute the postman put it through the letterbox and when I tore open my new roster, I let out a scream. Mum came dashing out of the kitchen.

“Wit happened?”

“Look,” I said, holding out my roster. “Look, look, look, look, look!”

“Uff,” she sighed, with her hand on her chest. “I thought you’d hurt yourself, don’t scare me like that again. Wit am I looking at?”

“Right there,” I said pointing.

“Sea? Where’s that?”

“Seattle, but not that one, the one above it.”

“Lax?”

“Yes!”

“Where’s that?”

“Los Angeles!”

“Och, that’s brilliant,” she said, smiling widely.

“Yes. It. Is!” I shouted, dancing up and down the hall.

“When are you going?”

“July the thirty-first.”

Twice in one month!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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