Car-nnection
There is little banging on my door. It's six-thirty in the morning.
I look a mess, but that's beside the point. I open the door to see, "Elle?" I ask, shocked.
"Hiiii Goldie!" She grins.
"Wha-what are you doing here- how did you get here?"
She shrugs. "I was asleep and now I'm here."
"How'd you know I was here?"
She gives me a confused look. "I didn't. But Uncle Nathaniel always says if we are lost we look for a nice-looking stranger to seek help and if we are near doors, to choose an odd number. You live at 111 that's three odd numbers!" she exclaims.
I take her hand. "Did your uncles put you in school, as I said?"
She nods.
"Don't you have school today?"
She shrugs. I shouldn't expect a first grader to know this.
"Uh, Elle, did you eat this morning?"
She shakes her head.
"Come on, let me make you something. Now you aren't allergic to anything, right?"
I place her on one of my breakfast stools.
"Not that I know of." She replies.
Oh boy.
I make her pancakes. Kids love pancakes, right?
Well, I'm going to assume so because she drowns them in syrup.
I'm not gonna stop her.
When she finishes, I wipe the syrup off her face.
She says she wants to help me pick my outfit.
And now I'm wearing a white shirt and overalls.
"Elle, you sure about this?"
"Yep, you look like my teacher." She laughs.
I playfully roll my eyes, "Come on. Let me get you to school."
Wait she needs a car seat.
I'm not driving her without one.
"Hmm, Elle I need you to promise me you hold on until we get to school."
"Okay."
We are taking my scooter. This was my first vehicle.
I place a helmet on her. I even buckled us together.
I drive pretty slow. She's already late for school.
When we get there, I take her to the main office where I run into, "Good Morning Mrs. Dennmar."
"Sofie? What are you doing here-"
"Hi, miss!" Elle steps out.
"Elenor?"
She gives her a cheeky smile.
So she really said I look like this woman. I internally laugh. Mrs. Dennmar has black wavy hair. She is Latin American. But we have the same eye shape and, I guess body shape.
Elle gets distracted looking at the paintings on the wall.
I speak with her teacher.
"Sofie. They called her in absent this morning."
I am overly confused, "she showed up at my door at six-thirty. She doesn't know how she got there. So I assumed I should just bring her here."
"And how do you know Elenor?"
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