“Mommy?” Bea Randolph wandered into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. “What was that noise?”
A chair lying on its side on the floor completely distracted her. She didn’t usually take an afternoon nap, but had fallen asleep reading Daryl & Dumpty books on the sofa. Seeing the chair on the floor stopped her and she tipped it upright. She climbed onto a different chair—her chair—and folded her hands. “This is the church.” She looked around. “Mommy?” Two fingers up. “This is the steeple.”
She rubbed her eyes again, yawned, and tapped the paper she’d been coloring earlier. The grocery store had given out pictures of a lady and three kids pushing a cart—the lady almost looked like Mommy. They handed the pictures out for a coloring contest. Bea’s was gonna be the best. Forgetting all about Mommy,
