Mary downing hahn Quote
It must be a shock to see us so old, Hannah said. I’m afraid I couldn’t climb a tree or shoot a marble if my life depended on it. Neither could Andrew, but I doubt he’ll admit it.If I put my mind to it, Andrew said, I could beat Drew with one hand tied behind my back. He was never any match for me.Hannah raised her eyebrows. It seems to me he outplayed you once.Pshaw. What’s one game?If Aunt Blythe hadn’t come back just then, I’d have argued, maybe even challenged Andrew to a rematch, but instead, I smiled and leaned my head against Hannah’s shoulder, happy to feel her arm around me. This close, she still smelled like rose water.Turning the pages of the album, Hannah showed us pictures of Mama and Papa, Theo, herself--and Andrew.These are my favorites. She pointed to the photographs John had taken of us in the Model T. We were all smiling except Theo. He sat beside me, scowling into the camera, still angry about Mrs. Armiger and the music lessons.We wanted Theo to come with us today, Hannah said, but he’s living down in Florida with his third wife--a lady half his age, I might add.Andrew nudged me. He sends his best, said he hopes to see you again someday.I glanced at Aunt Blythe but she was staring at the photograph. The resemblance is incredible. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was Drew.Andrew chuckled. Take a good look at me now. This is how the poor boy will look when he’s ninety-six.I studied his rosy face, his white hair and mustache. His back was bent, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. Going to his side, I put my arms around him. You’re not so bad, I said. Dropping my voice to a whisper, I added, I wouldn’t be surprised if you could still beat me in a game of ringer.
It must be a shock to see us so old, Hannah said. I’m afraid I couldn’t climb a tree or shoot a marble if my life depended on it. Neither could Andrew, but I doubt he’ll admit it.If I put my mind to it, Andrew said, I could beat Drew with one hand tied behind my back. He was never any match for me.Hannah raised her eyebrows. It seems to me he outplayed you once.Pshaw. What’s one game?If Aunt Blythe hadn’t come back just then, I’d have argued, maybe even challenged Andrew to a rematch, but instead, I smiled and leaned my head against Hannah’s shoulder, happy to feel her arm around me. This close, she still smelled like rose water.Turning the pages of the album, Hannah showed us pictures of Mama and Papa, Theo, herself--and Andrew.These are my favorites. She pointed to the photographs John had taken of us in the Model T. We were all smiling except Theo. He sat beside me, scowling into the camera, still angry about Mrs. Armiger and the music lessons.We wanted Theo to come with us today, Hannah said, but he’s living down in Florida with his third wife--a lady half his age, I might add.Andrew nudged me. He sends his best, said he hopes to see you again someday.I glanced at Aunt Blythe but she was staring at the photograph. The resemblance is incredible. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was Drew.Andrew chuckled. Take a good look at me now. This is how the poor boy will look when he’s ninety-six.I studied his rosy face, his white hair and mustache. His back was bent, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. Going to his side, I put my arms around him. You’re not so bad, I said. Dropping my voice to a whisper, I added, I wouldn’t be surprised if you could still beat me in a game of ringer.