A Better Way of Saying

A Better Way of Saying

In those days, Geraldine was always
swinging a bat at us. “I’m sick,”
she’d say, “Of all of you!”
We’d point and laugh. It was
our little way of patronizing
her. Sometimes she’d make contact
and our numbers would thin,
but we never let up with our
pointing and laughing. To do so
would be admitting defeat. She
had a better way of saying
“sausage” that was music to our
ears. She’d offer us food
until one day we stopped.
Our game had run its course.

Geraldine cried, “I’m useless!”
“I’m completely unnecessary.”
She was right.