Kings & Queens… of childhood
(an excerpt from the upcoming memoir, which might be titled: Lila~the woman, the book, and the vagina; but probably not)
Did you ever wonder how you could let the air “out” when it was already…everywhere? It’s like giraffes in winter.
“Kelly Ann, close the door, you’re letting a giraffe in.”
Why does the door matter so much? Hadn’t you helped the King build the fountain, rock by rock, around a tiny pool, just outside the door? Why couldn’t you use that same door? And climb atop the rocks, and turn the fountain on?
He didn’t seem to mind.
True, he was rarely at the castle except at dinner time, and hardly much then. But he did make you silver dollar pancakes on Sundays and turned nickles into quarters from one side of your head to the other.
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