Little Black Dress
“Hi Dotty,” his eyes lit up when she came into the wallpapered room.
“Momma, why doesn’t he call you by your name?”
“He thinks I’m Dotty, wait until he tells you his favorite story.”
“Come sit next to me little girl,” he grinned large.
“Grandpa it’s me . . . Melody, don’t you remember?” She gave him a hug.
“You know I dreamed about her last night” he pointed to his daughter, smiling even more.
“What happened in your dream?”
“I had hair,” he laughed out loud, “black.”
“Then what Grandpa?”
“I heard a commotion—looked around to see what the chatter was about. Dotty walked into the room every man looked her over. She had her black mini-skirt on and her legs ran all the way up to her--”
“Poppa!” She shook her finger.
“Dotty had one of those low cut tops on and they were spilling out.” He cupped his hands.
“Okay Poppa that’s enough she can figure out the rest.”
“Wasn’t Grandma’s sister named Dotty?”
“Yep, it’s a good thing Momma never heard this story.”
© Jeanette Cheezum 2010
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