Beatrice's
Birthday Bash
by M. Allman
"Yup,
that's what they told me, Gladys. We'll celebrate
wherever I want." Beatrice said with a wide
smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"So, you've
already decided that's where you want to
celebrate your big eight- zero?" Gladys
snickered.
"I've
never been there, but I've always wanted to go. A
lot of people have birthdays reserved there."
Beatrice stopped in the hall. Looking in the
mirror, she spritzed her cottony, gray hair with
some hairspray.
"Well, if
that's what makes you happy, I'll be there. See
ya round five, Bea."
Beatrice hung
up the phone and frantically searched for the
lint roller to get all the fuzz bunnies off her
yellow polyester pants, and matching sunflower
motif shirt. She opened a new package of knee-his,
so she could wear her black penny loafers. They
will match perfectly, she thought.
She stood in
front of the mirror looking at herself with her
horned rimmed glasses on and then with them off.
"You better wear them, Bea. You don't want
to miss anything." She told herself.
Looking at her
watch, she noticed it was just about 4:45.
Beatrice snatched her white handbag off the coat
rack and went to the porch, waiting for her ride.
A few minutes
later her daughter’s minivan pulled up with
her granddaughter and great grandkids smiling and
waving from the back.
Beatrice got
in on the passenger side and turned to the little
ones. "Are you all as excited as Granny
Beatrice?"
"Yes!"
they all cheered in unison.
As they
cruised along, the children sang happy birthday
to their grandmother.
"How
sweet! Did your mommy teach you that song?"
Beatrice looked back at the children as they
nodded their little heads.
"Well mom,
here we are," Beatrice's daughter said,
turning into the Chuck E. Cheese's parking lot.
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