| She didn't come out to play |
| He knocked at the door, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he waited. Shyly he looked up through his long blonde bangs, shuffling his feet from side to side. "Hey Mrs. Crowley. Can Emma come out to play? I got a new ball and I want to try it out." He asked politely as he had been taught. She smiled down on him, giving him hope. She then turned and called gently up the stairs behind her. "Emma! The Hanson boys would like you to come out and play with them!" She turned back around, giving a smile to the other two blonde ragamuffins waiting on the sidewalk. "She should be down in a bit boys." She kindly informed them. "Thanks. Just tell her we'll wait for her on the curb." The young cutie remarked, then turned to join his brothers. "Of course." She returned, gently shutting the door after he'd fled. She went up the stairs to make sure her daughter had heard her. Knocking at the pink painted door at the end of the hall she called out softly. "Emma... did you hear me?" She opened the door. Her daughter was tying her sneakers up, her favorite baseball cap already in place. She had heard. Her mother smiled. Today might be a good day. "Don't get too tired out Dear. If it get's to be too much, just come on home. And don't let those boys get too rough either!" She reminded her dark curled cutie. "Don't worry Ma! I'll be ok." The little spitfire shot back. Her mother truely hoped so. |