Bertie and the Sad Occurrence

by Bena Glinney

A series of drabbles from Bertie's birth through about a year after his parents' death.

18. Raindrops for Aunt Agatha

"Bertie!"

"Yes, Aunt Agatha?" I said, coming around the corner, with Mother's new bouquet in one hand and Angela's tiny hand in the other.

Aunt Agatha stopped for a moment, looking at me carefully. I steeled myself against the oncoming onslaught.

"Yes, well. Your mother is looking for you. You certainly took your time in picking those flowers."

"Yes, Aunt Agatha, but I wanted to make sure it was the most beautiful bouquet she's ever had."

I walked off down the hall with Angela in tow, not looking back. If I had I would have had the most bizarre impression of a few raindrops having fallen on Aunt Agatha's cheek.