My dad called the other day to tell me my grandmother found a story I’d written when I was nine. He said they were both “choked up” as they read, but the jury is still out about this emotion–because I followed my dream to become a writer and therefore I’m eating lots of Ramen? Or because I’m still stubbornly clinging to singlehood???
For a long time Betty was looking in all the stores for beans and she was looking for a boyfriend. Finally she found the beans in a store. How happy she was when she saw them. “Now,” she said, “if I could just find a boyfriend it would complete it.” Just then she dropped the beans! And then a man came up and he helped her pick up the beans. And he was young. As soon as the beans were all picked up she said, “How ever can I thank you?” For a minute it was silent. Then the man said, “You will thank me with yourself. The minute I saw you I fell in love with you.” Then all of the sudden she was picked up and put in the man’s car and he told her his name was Bob and they had a good wedding.