Chapter 31 is right here! This is a fun one! #ChasingLilly #RAD When Ingrid from across the street wasn’t busy, the highly educated professional would come over to our porch and play “Pet Store.” Ingrid knew there were some health risks from being around Lilly, but she cautiously kept up on the relationship. After a while, she wondered if maybe she’d able to walk her to the nearby park for fifteen minutes at a time. On one of these short outings, Lilly saw a cat down the street and took off running after it, leaving Ingrid standing panic-stricken. She started running after Lilly, hollering desperately in her German English, “Lilly, no! Come back! Don’t chase the kitty-cat!” Lilly could have cared less that the slim, long legged, and dignified Ingrid was being forced to scream and run knee-to-chest after her. After the incident was over, and Ingrid was telling me about it, she said, “Lilly just kept running and running. I didn’t know where the kitty-cat went, but she ran around a corner. I went around the corner, too, and saw her run up some steps and right into a duplex!” I looked at her and said, “You’re kidding?” I tried to picture the scene and asked, “Then what did you do?” Ingrid put her hand over her heart and replied, “Well, I ran in too!” “What?!” I blinked, trying again to envision it as she continued, “And there, standing by his stove in his kitchen, was a man in his UNDERPANTS!” We both started giggling and laughing. “What happened then?” Still laughing, Ingrid said, “Lilly ran back out, and I ran out too!” Still shaken from the escapade, she went on to tell me that after catching up with the runaway, Lilly bit her on the hand. After that she never took Lilly anywhere unless I was there, too. Both she and the Smiths who lived below her had a good many windows looking out over our property. They’d see Lilly outside during the summer catching bugs while wearing old dress-up formals that I purchased at the Goodwill for her. They might also catch a glimpse of her peeing beside the garage or picket fence and call me on the phone, and I’d call Lilly indoors. “How do you always know?” she’d demand. “I always know EVERYTHING,” was usually my solemn reply. She never figured it out, and there were other things she did that showed that this swearing-like-a-sailor, bird-flipping, death threatening eight-and-a half-year-old was an innocent at heart. There was so much that went over her head. There were certain tunes to popular songs that she knew were meant to be loudly sung, and she sang the lyrics however she thought they went. She would ride her bike out on the sidewalk and sing with gusto any song that was her favorite at the time. I remember she had the tune down perfectly on the hit, “Complicated” by Carolyn Dawn Johnson. Lyrics in the catchy song are: It’s so complicated I’m so frustrated I wanna hold you close I wanna push you away I wanna make you go I wanna make you stay Should I say it Should I tell you how I feel Oh, I want you to know But then again I don’t It’s so complicated The only problem was Lilly’s loud and joyful version was, “I’m so CONSTIPATED, I’m so FRUSTRATED…”
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 02:20:37 +0000
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