I don’t like it. At all.
We gotta find a solution, one so we don’t need “goodbye” no more. Just “I’ll see ya tomorrow” an’ a jaunty li’l wave. But goodbye? No. It’s gotta be black-lined outta dictionaries cross the globe. Or at least the ones I can find.
Grammy Happy told Cooper an’ me we had to go. Dollies were gettin’ packed the next day, bein’ Hibernated in boxes so they could be shipped cross America to Washington, where Grammy Happy’s gonna go live. It sounds kinda like Postal, but maybe safer (or maybe not), with a bigger ticket, an’ more direct. The only boxes inna truck are Grammy Happy’s. But things still might get broke or lost or somethin’.
Grammy Happy’s goin’ carvin’ first in Arkansas, tho, an’ she’s takin’ alla Hittys there with her in her car (not onna big not-Postal Bus Truck). Smidge an’ Snip an’ Pinkly an’ alla other cuzzins too. I thought it’d be nice to go back an’ say hi to Mr. Glenn an’ Miss Janice an’ teachers Adonai an’ Janet, an’ I figured somebody’d Send us home sometime onna Postal, an’ it’d be super awesome nice too to see Pip an’ Amalynn again in Washington. I even sorta kinda tried to make Bean forget us, but it didn’t quite work.
I got worried. What if we got packed inna box that wasn’t fully dollies an’ put onna big not-Postal Bus Truck? They were sayin’ boxes onna truck would get packed inna pods instead of houses, an’ those things might stay in pods for years an’ years, an’ I didn’t wanna be hibernated inna box inna pod for years! It’d be like bein’ a pea. Or an Alien. Or a Gremerlin. No an’ no an’ no again.
So I was good. I did the good Dollie thing an’ yelled at Bean so she’d remember us (I could see her lookin’ at us, so I knew she was givin’ us time to think about what sort of adventure we wanted). An’ we said proper goodbyes, with lotsa hugs an’ sniffles an’ stuff. Sigh.
Hugs to Goobie.
Hugs to Snip.
Hugs to dear sweet Smidge, my tiny Pinkmost cuzzin.
An’ Cooper hadda say bye to Pinkly. Poor Cooper. I think he really likes her. He asked if she knew how to play chess. I think he’s tryin’ find a way to play chess cross states. It’s a very slow game.
So,…yea. I don’t wanna say goodbye no more. We outta all live in one big house, or a neighborhood of houses, or somethin’. Me an’ Cooper an’ Smidge an’ Snip an’ Kele an’ Pinkly an’ alla cuzzins an’ Pip an’ Amalynn an’ Wren an’ Lark an’ Sparrow an’ Falcon an’ Meikiko an’ alla Littles an’ Voir an’ Kylie an’ Tiny an’ Small an’ alla Dollies I’m maybe forgettin’ who have a big place in our so big, kinda broken hearts. Alla ones we love an’ don’t wanna be without ever again. It’d be nice.
Love you all. I’ll see you again as soon as I can.