I like to visit my neighbor.

She lives in our apartment building. Upstairs. The third
floor is hard to climb sometimes.

But I donât mind. My name is Benjamin. Iâm six.

Mrs. Graham is nice.

She walks all bent over. Dad says itâs because Mrs. Graham is old. But I say itâs because she points a lot.

I bend over too when I point at birds in my back yard. âMom-Dad. Two more.â

âWhat kind?â they ask.

I know they want to learn. âNow mom, you have to remember. Chickadees,â I say.

âRight,â she answers.

Iâm smart too. Mrs. Graham says so.

She likes it when I take her for a walk. She walks slowly.
And we talk.
She says Iâm a good boy. âAnd good boys deserve a treat,â she says.

Peanut butter cookies are my favorite. âYummy,â I say.

Today we talk even more than yesterday. She gets like that sometimes. Talk-Talk-Talk.

âWhen I was a young girlââ All her stories begin the same.

But when I listen her eyes light up. They are like fireflies at night. I know. My parents took me to the cottage last summer.

Mrs. Graham wants me to listen to her. âPolite boys donât look away,â she says. So I listen. And I look at her.

âMy first son looked like you,â she says. âYou also have dark hair and bushy eyebrows. And long legs, just like my Kevin.â

I like to hear her talking about her son.

âWhere does he live?â I ask.

âHe went far away,â she answers. And I can see a tear. So I donât ask any more questions.

âTime to walk some more,â I say.

âYes, and talk-talk-talk too,â she answers.

I listen, about her house in the country. âPacks of fireflies came at night, and the stars were always bright,â she says.

âOh, the times my husband and I canoed on the river.â She looks at me. And smiles.

âWe had cows to chase. Then we played on grass, greener than crayons.â She finally took a breath.

âI have a whole stack of crayolas,â I say.

âSsshh,â she whispers in my ear. âI had so many birthday blessings,â she says.

âNow I want to thank you,â she said.

It was time for me to go. Supper was waiting. Mom too. And dad must be home from work.

Mrs. Graham gave me a huge goodbye smile.

She also gave me a bag of grapes.


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 Richard & Esther Provencher

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