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I grabbed the telephone and answered with my usual, "The Treasure Chest, Cara speaking."
But before I could even collect my thoughts, Skye began talking a mile a minute. "I have a great idea. Half the time it rains on Easter Sunday. Why not have an indoor Easter party and make it kid friendly? I bet there's a fifty-fifty chance that no one will be looking for eggs at the park. Even if they do, we can still offer activities for the kids. I have a perfect one. Did you ever plant seeds in eggshells?"
"We can have the kids do that. And in cans. And then remind them about recycling. How fun would that be?"
Mainly I had visions of dirt all over the floors, but Skye's enthusiasm knew no bounds. "Terrific," I said. "Can you save eggshells and egg cartons from the deli? Cans, too?"
"Already started. By the way, I'll bring you dinner if you'd like, but I'm not coming straight home. I've decided to paint my bathroom periwinkle blue. You know that I've been lusting after that color for weeks. Tonight's the night. I plan to start taping and removing the socket plates."
That made me chuckle. While I've never started decorating the apartment upstairs, that's all Skye does. Decorate and redecorate. Recently she found a garden bench by the side of the road. The piece had obviously rotted through. But the back was intact, and the design of a Grecian key intrigued her. She hauled it back to the store, cleaned it, and spray painted it an antique beaten gold. Now she was eager to put it up on a wall in her bathroom. When she was done, it would look fabulous. In part because she'd also stenciled a similar geometric pattern onto a plain white shower curtain. Waiting in the wings were new white towels. Onto these she planned to sew a simple gold braid. At the rate she was going, we needed to have an open house just for Skye's apartment. Honest to Pete, what that girl could do with no money and a lot of imagination was simply outstanding.
When I got off the phone, Sid came up from the back. He was walking along side a battered girl's bicycle. "Look what I found at the bike shop. They were planning to give it away," he said. As he spoke, his chest puffed out with pride. Since coming to work for me, he's been bitten by the recycling bug. "I couldn't let this go into a landfill. Isn't there something you can do with it, Cara?"
Coming out from behind the cash station, I knelt by the bike. The old paint had been a garish purple. It was flaking and chipped. But the bike had good bones, as they say. "Would you mind sanding it off for me?" I asked.
"Sure," said Sid. "I'll get started right away.
"Um, that reminds me. Any way I could talk you into dressing like the Easter Bunny?"
He stared at me for a very, very long time. "You're kidding. Right? Me? An Easter Bunny? Do I have to wear, like, one of those fuzzy bunny suits?"
"No. You could just take out the piercings and put on a hat with rabbit ears. Maybe add a cotton tail and a bow tie. Please?" I hesitated and then I brought out the big guns. "I'll make you an entire pan of lasagna that's all yours. And a loaf of chocolate chip banana walnut bread."
"Sold!" and he wheeled the bike back toward the work room.
~ To be continued ~
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