Kalico 2: Hypnotized & Naked in Hope Springs

Kalico: Naked Snuggling With Granny

Kalico: Johnson Farmhouse, Wednesday Night After Mom Left For Her Meeting

Not much happened after Mom went off to her meeting, but Granny and I had a little talk so I am including a little more of our evening here.

Just as Madison and I were about to put my new school clothes on hangers in my closet she remembered her journal.

"I have some writing to do so Mrs. Decker will let me in her class," Madison said as she headed for the desktop computer in her room."

No point in telling a lie about what I didn't do next. I didn't hang up any more clothes.

When my little sister left, I, too, quit the job of hanging up the new garments. Instead, I dropped them into a pile in front of the closet, to deal with them later. Of course, I kept them separate from any dirty clothes that might be laying around. Hey, I've claimed the bedroom as my own domain for only a few days now. The dirty laundry had not piled up yet. At least not much.

More work on my own journal – this masterpiece you're reading now – also awaited me, but I still had some things to do. Not the least of which, was to take a proper bath. Soon. The sponge-down with a wet towel hadn't qualified as a substitute for a serious soaking in the tub.

Leaving all those details for doing later (putting away the newly purchased garments, writing for my journal, whatever other work I needed to organize my room from our recent move-in), I grabbed a towel and headed for one of the upstairs bathrooms. Ultra-high levels of organization have not been my main characteristic. I am more like a wee bit impulsive.

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JOHNSON FARMHOUSE: This isn't the time to tell about all the details of the 19th century Johnson Farmhouse, including its two-story outhouse, remind me later. Suffice to say, somewhere along the line, approximately in mid-20th century, the Johnson family installed two full service bathrooms upstairs and more facilities downstairs. Two miles out from town, indoor plumbing was still a significant development.

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Where was I? Oh yes, in the bathtub.

I was relaxing in the warm water with smelly soap, (definitely betraying the tomboy side of my personality) and generally reviewing in my head my rather strange day. I also considered what else I needed to do, such as write more journal pages, hang clothing in my closet, ask Granny about something.

Yes, ask Granny about –? About what? Did I have some unfinished business with Granny from the day? I've hardly visited with her since we moved-in several days ago.

I'll give myself this much credit. I had finished the basic washing of my body, and hair when I remembered. I had left Granny sitting alone downstairs, when I had practically promised to visit again with her about the topics we had discussed before dawn.

Plunging myself one more time under the water of the large claw-foot bathtub, I rinsed soap off myself. Then, stepping onto the bathmat I grabbed the towel and began drying myself. My hair was still damp but I was no longer dripping, when I burst from the bathroom, towel in hand and hurried down the stairs to find Granny.

Along the way I peeked into Madison's room. She had already given up and gone to sleep. This meant perhaps no interruptions when I talked things over with Granny.

Granny had moved from her big comfortable chair to the narrow couch – called the love-seat because it's just big enough for two people to sit cozily.

Trailing the towel from one hand, I curtsied at the parlor door.

Granny saw me and patted the cushion beside her, indicating for me to join her on the love-seat. "My sweet, lovely Kalico kitten, I rather thought you might be coming back down here to visit with me some more," Granny said.