Evie under the care of dear Mrs. Robin.

Yesterday, the little bird felt quite accomplished as she saw the High schoolers onto the bus. She flew off, ambitiously to report her good deed to her coffee clatch. What real gossips the birds are, is true.

They think it their duty to see the children onto the bus and talk about their parents attendance to them or lack of attendance upon them in the process of preparation. Don’t they know how very short the time is for the children to fly off. I see their flight feathers already forming and their parents seem oblivious. II hear them to my real shame that I can’t redeem the time that has been lost in the forming of the flight feathers of the Highschool Evvie or any of the others for that matter.

They gossip aloud for us to hear or ignore as the case may be. I simply had to get them some seed for the graciousness of the harsh reminder or gracious reminder of the harsh reality that the time is speedily passing and My Evvie is on the bus on her own. She will soon be on her way in her adulthood.

I remember the sweetness of the days that it was the other children Em and En and Elyse on the Long Island Railroad and though they are still with us and pursuing their futures with anxiety and difficulty, we are still together and we are still striving together regardless of the vicissitudes.

What a talking to I got from Mrs. Robin this morning? I am hardly around if the others are sick. But today it was Evie. Oh no, what a time we will have talking about you at coffee today. How could you let your fledgling get sick. What is wrong with you?

We say the senioritis has gotten to her tonsils. Did you look down her throat? No? What kind of a hen are you? I flew right over when I heard from Mrs. Bluejay the sorry news. You know that we watch those children on the busstop, very carefully.

I know you do and I am grateful, I tried to make excuses, but birds will never have anything to do with excuses. If there is one thing about all types of birds they make no excuses and they will hear of none.

I couldn’t finish my sentence to her. She was off with a flash, once she had had her say to me. I was sufficiently shamed and grateful for the relationship to know what they do.