oblige me
bethany came into the room with a box of treasures. "mudsy, labee, come see." she motioned us over with an air of hushed holiness and shining eyes. mom obliged. "what is it?" she wondered. a box of treasures. a box of delights. a box of promise. a box of treats from brekka bakery. "i've already tasted them all," she confessed. then bethany pointed to each and uttered their names like an adam in the garden of eden naming all the creatures. tuxedo cake, chocolate ganache, dubai pistachio cream brownie, and a praline coffee one. "are we going eat them today?" asked mom in wonder. bethany nodded solemnly. "are we going to share them and each take a slice of each?" another nod of assent. and so it was that after gobbling up the delicious chicken thighs that mom made for supper with new potato gems and salad, mom said to me. "i think you should bring the cakes and a knife and forks". and we partook and were satisfied. i declared...
