Q & A #23
by Colleen Hillerup
Buffy picked up the receiver from the ringing phone. "Oh, hey. How are you?"
Meredith tugged at the edge of her mother's t-shirt. "Mommy, Auntie Dawn put my sippy cup in the cupboard and I can't reach it."
"Wait a sec." Buffy put her hand over the receiver and looked down. "I'll be with you soon, honey. Mommy's talking on the phone." She returned to the caller. "And Sam?"
The child tugged again. "Mommy, who is it?"
"Uncle Riley, honey. Long distance. Let Mommy talk."
"Who's Uncle Riley?" Meredith was growing impatient. So was her mother.
"Mommy's friend." She spoke into the receiver. "Oh, that's great. When will you get in? You have to come for supper."
"But I'm thirsty now."
"Honey, be a good girl. It's naughty to interrupt on the phone." Buffy was exasperated. "I'm sorry, Riley. No, Spike won't mind. Water under the bridge. Are you bringing Erin?"
"Who's Erin?"
She bent down and put her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Honey, wait a minute, and Mommy will tell you. I'll get your drink. Just let me talk." She stood up. "Oh, that's great. Meredith's baby crazy. She'll love that. When are you getting in?"
Meredith gave up and wandered into the kitchen. She looked up at the cup on the high shelf, and watched it float down and into her hand. She stood on a chair and filled the cup in the kitchen sink. Sipping through the lid, walked back into the living room. "I got my cup myself, Mommy," she stated.
"Oh, that's good, sweetie." She continued her conversation. "So, what brings you to Sunnydale? Really? How's the government treating you?"
Meredith sulked as she worked on her drink.
by Colleen Hillerup
Buffy picked up the receiver from the ringing phone. "Oh, hey. How are you?"
Meredith tugged at the edge of her mother's t-shirt. "Mommy, Auntie Dawn put my sippy cup in the cupboard and I can't reach it."
"Wait a sec." Buffy put her hand over the receiver and looked down. "I'll be with you soon, honey. Mommy's talking on the phone." She returned to the caller. "And Sam?"
The child tugged again. "Mommy, who is it?"
"Uncle Riley, honey. Long distance. Let Mommy talk."
"Who's Uncle Riley?" Meredith was growing impatient. So was her mother.
"Mommy's friend." She spoke into the receiver. "Oh, that's great. When will you get in? You have to come for supper."
"But I'm thirsty now."
"Honey, be a good girl. It's naughty to interrupt on the phone." Buffy was exasperated. "I'm sorry, Riley. No, Spike won't mind. Water under the bridge. Are you bringing Erin?"
"Who's Erin?"
She bent down and put her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Honey, wait a minute, and Mommy will tell you. I'll get your drink. Just let me talk." She stood up. "Oh, that's great. Meredith's baby crazy. She'll love that. When are you getting in?"
Meredith gave up and wandered into the kitchen. She looked up at the cup on the high shelf, and watched it float down and into her hand. She stood on a chair and filled the cup in the kitchen sink. Sipping through the lid, walked back into the living room. "I got my cup myself, Mommy," she stated.
"Oh, that's good, sweetie." She continued her conversation. "So, what brings you to Sunnydale? Really? How's the government treating you?"
Meredith sulked as she worked on her drink.