Bread For April

Claudine's Butterflies

Officer Jarvis placed his phone on the table and clasped his hands. " Ma'am they aren't going to just appear one day for no reason"

Claudine smiled and ignored Andrew's question altogether. She had known Andrew Jarvis since he was born. In fact she gave his mom pumpkin bread as a birthday gift for him when he came home from the hospital. " Do you like pumpkin bread , Mr. Jarvis?"

Andrew was tired. His shift was boring but long today and it was only noontime. He remembered as a young child how he thought being an officer would be the most exciting job ever. Reality taught him that it was hours of writing stuff down and dealing with crazy old ladies and men. All of which amounted to a bunch of nothing. These crazy people weren't villains they were just light in the noggin.

" Well do you like Pumpkin bread Andrew?" Claudine asked again quietly.

" What's bread got to do with your butterflies? " Officer Jarvis asked cautiously.

Now Claudine was playing with him and enjoying it. " What's bread got NOT to do with our butterflies?"

"Look , I just want to know why are there hundreds if not thousands of butterflies suddenly in Echard drive? It's a simple question! " Then he tried to make a connection. " Wait is the pumpkin bread drawing the butterflies here?"

Claudine laughed " good heavens no. Butterflies don't eat bread . They would choke "  Claudine shook her head " what a crazy thing to say. " She chuckled a little and took a sip of her coffee.

Just then at that very moment, they both heard the humming of the wings. The butterflies were  arriving , again, right on time , as they had for the past two months. Different shapes, sizes and colors. Happily dancing and hitting gently on the window sills of not just Claudine's home but all the neighbors on her street.