Sunscreen Love U More
“Del
will follow up to schedule
the
call,” said the stuffed panda
slightly
hidden from view on
the
bottom shelf (just beneath
the
printer). We were both won-
dering
who was showering,
following
intently the sound
of the
stream of the steamy
water
spewing from the spigot,
the
head. We allowed our
thoughts
to drift slowly down
the
hallway. . . . until “I
believe
I need to tinkle.”
The
poor panda didn’t even
get the
whole thing out of its
cottony
mouth before I was
up and
down the elegant
halloway. “Up and down,
up and
down, up and down,”
the
panda thought. That’s
Canada
without its three-
piece
suit, for you. Up.
and. down.
It wriggled
its way
off the bottom
shelf
and rolled itself
into
the walk-in closet.
For it
was time to get
dressed
and meet the
day (as they say). “Oh
yes, I
am!!” said the panda
to the naked apartment.
