Valentines & Brains

Periwinkle Chronicles, tales of the citizens of Periwinkle [because all the other colors were already taken] County:

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Randall Nathan picked up his grandson, eleven-year-old Johnny Kendy, after school, so they could buy Valentine gifts for Johnny’s grandmother and mother and sister. They went to the Persimmon Pot Floating Gift Shop & Vulcanizing Center, on the Volvo River.

“You think we should get them Vulcan blood pressure kits?” said Johnny, looking over the shelves on the starboard side of the shop.

“No, those are joke gifts, since Vulcans have no blood pressure,” his grandfather replied. “You can’t get joke gifts for Valentine’s day. Women take this very seriously. Let’s go over to port side and see what they have.”

They saw a flock of women and teen-aged girls clustered around a woman dressed like a box of chocolates who was showing them a pink purse.

“It’s very small, because your purse can never be too small or too pink” the chocolate box woman said, “so there is room only for the most necessary things. Here are different sections for a lipstick selection, and here is a pocket for false eyebrows, and one for eye liner. And here, in a secret compartment at the bottom, is a glass vial for perfume.”

The women all ooed and ahhed. “How wonderful,” they exclaimed. “It’s even ready if you have a perfume emergency.”

“We’ll get three of those,” Randall said to Johnny.

Johnny shook his head and muttered, “I’ll never understand the way their brains work.”

“That,” said his grandfather, “is the beginning of wisdom.”

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[“Christ in Winter,” Reflections On Faith For People In The Winter Of Their Years, can be found at http://christinwinter.blogspot.com/]

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