Yesterday’s Lemonade

Yesterday a little girl across the street set up a lemonade stand. Her whole family helped her set up the table, hang the sign. They sat out there with her as she tried to flag down cars on our busy street, grandma, grandpa, mom and dad, even a slightly older brother chipping in with loud unasked for advice.

Yesterday the woman whom I feared was dead but was merely passed out on our front steps waiting for her Uber trotted excitedly across the street. She chatted animatedly with the family and easy laughter rang along the pavement. She ran back across the street with a red Solo cup in each hand, calling out to someone unseen, look! I got us lemonade!

Yesterday the even littler boy who lives next door to the little girl came out with his parents and walked with them down their driveway and then down the sidewalk to where the family was packing away the lemonade stand. While the two families stood there and chatted, someone asked the littler boy if he wanted some lemonade. The conversation paused as all of the adults turned their attention to him, at which point the littler boy turned and sprinted up the sidewalk up the driveway and into the front door of his house, chased by chuckles.