I walked the fence line with Barbie today.
She pointed out items of interest along the walk – trees she liked, rocks that were interesting, birds that flew through the trees and small rodents scurrying under last fall’s leaf cover.
I asked about where her house was and she gestured vaguely past the trees and all I saw was a small plume of smoke rising above the trees.
I told her I’d love to meet for more breakfasts with her and Paul and Bess and that I don’t always have to host.
She gave me a small smile and asked if I minded playing the role of host.
I didn’t and let her know.
She just said good and then wandered off through the trees.
Barbie doesn’t always say a lot, but I always know when I’ve been dismissed.
I might wander into the woods one day and try to catch a glimpse of her house… I already know it’s a bad idea… but, sometimes I just can’t help myself.
That plume can’t be the whole story.
I bet her house is small and dark… made of stone and wood… with a wild herb garden all around the front of the lot.