A Smattering of Stories
By: Bee.Eh.Vee
“Mithtah Gee, I need help.”
Granger dug into his shirt pocket for a pin. “Is it falling down again?”
“Yeth.” She tugged her pants up.
“Hold still.” He clenched a second safety pin between his teeth as he gathered up a chunk of the waistband. The pin was stabbed through the fabric and he placed the second one further down just in case. “There, Lucy, it should stay up now.”
“Thankth!” Lucy skipped away, testing the ability of his fix.
A crack sounded and he spun toward the sound, and sighed. He moved towards it, but first he had to wade through a group of kids sword-fighting. He winced as two of the swords collided with a hard smack. “Save it for later, guys.” Some grumbling met his statement, but they stopped. He reached his destination and jumped in to steady a ladder. “Helen, why are you up there?”
She peered down from her perch. “One of the vines came loose. I’m trying to tack it back into place.”
“I don’t think you’re going to reach it.” He eyed the distance between her hand and the offending piece of twine with leaves taped to it.
Helen huffed. “It’s the only place to stick the ladder against.”
“Come down, I’ll reach it.” Granger waved her down. She scurried to the floor and he took her place at the top. The staples had let go so he used the string Helen passed up to secure it back on. He climbed back down at watched the final bit of chaos in front of them.
“Lucy’s pants kept falling down.” Helen went to move towards the little girl, but Granger stopped her.
“I put two pins in the waistband, they should stay.”
She sighed. “We have a girl playing Michael, who would’ve guessed that an orphanage would have no boys under the age of 6?”
“One of the Lost Boys is a girl.” Granger nodded towards the spunky blond climbing on the clothes rack.
Helen pressed a hand to her forehead. “I was going to give her Tinkerbell, but I can’t have a Tink who can out-belch the boys.” She started to move towards the mob of children again, but this time a mocha hand on her arm stopped her.
“Senora Helen, we have it under control.” A smile softened her statement. The lithe girl waded through the kids and with a few quiet words the noise lessened.
“I don’t know what I would do without her.” Helen rolled her eyes. “Ana-Maria seems to have endless patience.”
Granger decided it was a good time to ask. “How many kids are you up to?”
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