EDENVILLE

Oleander Lane

by@naomimrshl

Good Day, Dear Friend,

We have had quite an exciting week here in Edenville.  There has been a collective sigh of relief... and not a few gatherings of happy Edenvillers. Everyone... well almost everyone... has enjoyed the idea that they have protected Edenville against the dire consequences  of infiltration from other places.

I thought you might want to know, however, that your sister has not been her normal self.  It might be a good idea for you to come here and check her out for yourself.

I'm not sure sh has left her home since we scootered the Evil Twins.

For instance, let me tell you about last Tuesday.

Oleander Lane  lay calm and drowsy that afternoon.
It's long, blue shadows massaged the sidewalks and front yard flowers. Sometimes they would sneak up on the sunny patches, where the lizards and house pets found a place to rest.

Sit'n on the white-washed front steps - knees high and bent - hold'n up lace covered elbows - Bessie stared out at her lane.

She cradled her chin on two fists, and peeked out from under her old, straw garden hat.

Ancient Boo lay beside her... wound up in a tight ball of fur. Her only movement, a tiny nose wrinkle when the aroma of Tuesday night meatloaf wafted across the porch.

Mrs. Secondordown called her family in for supper.  In fact, Oleander Lane was an orchestra of late-day sounds. Kids laughing, screen doors slamming..

The early owl, that lived in a big ol willow oak, across, and three doors down, yelled out his yawn-song and announced the intent to hunt.

Bessie looked sideways at the Admirals abandoned Victorian.

She sighed, as she remembered his dashing ways... his hanging epaulets... his ( dare I say it?) loose high-borne balls...

Oh! Now HE was a real man! Bessie was left at odds and evens after his rushed departure. And she had never met a man, more deserving then he, for her helpful ways.

Crash! "Oh dear ... Oh oh  dear!"

Bessie punched Boo in the tummy, and whispered
"I just saw someone crash into the cedar at the edge of my carnage..... er......carrriage trail!
Scamper down there and find out what's  what - and why!"

While Boo slunk from shrub, through vine, she imagined herself to be an intrepid hunter... a tracker-downer of the fearful who, in flight  from their crimes, attempted to use her sweet Bessie's home as a haven.

Imagine her disappointed shock when she saw Porter Dobbs.  He was pulling himself  up and looking  over at his wrecked bike, which lay in a mangled heap between two parked cars!

I'm not too sure about what happened next. 

The way it was told to me... seems like Bessie has taken Dobbs under her wing.

She  has been seldom seen... and rarely outside her own yard, except when she doctored the crash site so that no clue was left of poor Dobbs Tuesday "visit"

I do hope you will understand and forgive my snoopy ways. 
If you do decide to visit, please let me know so I can prepare a family feast.

Affectionately,