“I think you should. If you’ll let me. If I can reach.”
“You have my vote.” Patrick stood, and then lifted me up, putting me at just the right height to place the crown on Carrie’s head.
“Perfect.”
She smiled.
Another gasp-worthy moment had Patrick laughing at me as my feet touched floor again. “You know what else a queen needs?” I could barely contain myself. The idea that developed was that good. “A queen needs a castle. Follow me.”
What party poopers! They were still at the table when I turned back halfway to Paper Goods.
“Come on!”
Finally, my excitement was contagious. Carrie ran to catch up and Patrick was grinning ear to ear as he followed.
Huge bundles of paper towels made beautiful castle walls in the center of aisle twenty-one. Patrick was better at stacking them than I.
