Act Two: The Fair

The next morning, Gloria had arrived at Timothy’s front door and waiting for her on the other side was a bucket, sponge, and latex gloves. “She peed the couch… get to it!” demanded Timothy.

“You don’t have to be mean about it.”

“I deliberately said to not give her the water for this exact reason, and you went against it. I’m holding you accountable.”

Gloria took the cleaning supplies out of his hands.

“Its morning, Good morning, Gloria!” screamed Giselle.

“Why are you screaming?” asked Timothy.

“You said I can scream in the light… oops, I mean morning!”

“You can’t be loud.”

“But!”

“Stop being loud.”

“You yelled at Gloria! Humph…” Giselle crossed her arms and turned away from Timothy.

He goes around to her front, “It was a mistake, we are not loud over here, we use our inside voices. Do you hear me? You talk just like this inside,” he said softly.

“Okay,” she unfolded her arms.

“How’s that couch?” he snarled at Gloria.

“I don’t need this!”

“Excuse me, we just had a talk about our volume. We’re big people, lets act like it.”

“I’m sowwy about that couch…” Giselle added.

Gloria’s heart melted, “Aw, it’s okay baby.”

“Don’t do it again,” added Timothy.

“When am I going home?” Giselle inquired.

“Uh, I don’t know yet. But we have a fun day planned for you.” Timothy placed his hand on her head.

“What are we doing?”

“We are going to a fair.”

Giselle’s eyes widened and brightened up, “With the clowns and lions and elephants?”

“Oh no, that’s a circus and it’s not in town. A fair has games to play and rides.”

“Aw…”

“It’s fun, I promise.”

“I finished with the couch,” Gloria announced.

“Good, can you get Giselle ready, and we’ll head out.”

They met back up in the living room and Giselle was wearing a red dress and red shoes with a bag in her hand. “Well, aren’t you over dressed for the fair,” commented Timothy.

“I’m wearing too many clothes?”

“No, no, you’re fine. Let’s just go.” Catching a glimpse of the bag, Timothy stopped the girls, “Wait, Giselle you have to leave your bag here.”

“Why?”

“Just incase you lose it.” “I won’t lose it; I bring it everywhere with me.”

“What is in the bag, which is so important?”

“My paint.”

“You can leave it here, nothing is going to happen to it,” assured Timothy.

“I don’t know…”

“Sweetie, you can leave them here. No one is going to take your paint in this house, trust me.” Gloria added.

“How can I trust you; you made me pee the couch.”

“And when you got in trouble, I helped you, by cleaning it right?”

“Yeah…”

“So, why don’t you leave the bag here.”

“Okay.”

Timothy opened the door for them and followed them out.

In the car on the way to the fair, Giselle cried out, “I’m hungry!”. Timothy lets out a large sigh.

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“We can eat at the fair sweetie,” assured Gloria.

“What do they have there?,” Giselle inquired.

“Oh, you know, the typical fair stuff like popcorn, cotton candy…”

“Candy! I can have candy for breakfast!,” exclaimed Giselle in excitement.

“No, you can’t have candy for breakfast, we’ll stop somewhere and get you some food.”

The three arrived in the parking lot at the town diner. “What can I eat here?” inquired Giselle.

“Food,” an annoyed Timothy answered.

“What kind of food?”

“Good food.”

“Sweetie, when we get inside you can look at the menu,” informed Gloria.

“Okay,” Giselle responded kicking her feet.

Once inside, the host gave them a seat and Giselle crayons and pictures to color in. Her coloring kit mat consisted of red, blue, yellow, and green crayons and the pictures are of an apple tree, a bird, and a boat in a pond. Giselle was sitting tucked in between Gloria and the wall and across from Timothy. “Let’s see what kind of pictures you have,” Gloria said leaning over Giselle.

“Okay,” Giselle peered up at the girl really quick to look back down at her pictures.

“I see you have an apple tree, a bird and pond, what’s in the pond?”

“A boat!”

“Aw yes, it’s a boat, you’re so bright. Isn’t she smart Timothy?”

“Yes, she’s so smart.”

The server came to take orders, “May I start you off with some drinks?”

“3 waters,” Timothy answered for the group.

“Okay 3 waters, do we know what we want to eat yet or are we still looking it over?”

“We’re still looking.”

“Okay take your time, I’ll be back with your waters.” The waiter left the table.

Giselle’s stomach growls, “I’m so hungry…”

“We’re getting you food baby, let’s look at the menu,” Gloria flipped the pamphlet to the back where the kids section is; “Here they have a hamburger and fries…”

“What’s that?” Giselle cut off.

“A hamburger is beef between bread.”

“Beef?”

“A cow,” interrupted Timothy.

Giselle’s jaw dropped and she slapped her cheeks, “Not a cow, poor moo-moo, that means we can’t get milk if we eat them.”

“Let’s see what else is on the menu, we have a hotdog and fries,” Gloria continued.

“You guys eat your pets?”

“No, it’s just the name of the food.”

Timothy flipped his menu over to see what the hotdog was made from and in fine print it was 100% beef, “Try the chicken fingers, it tells you exactly what it is.”

“Chicken don’t have fingers, they have wings,” Giselle retorted.

“Geez it’s chicken.”

“Shaped like fingers? Ew.”

“Not like the ones on our hands, it’s just a long piece of chicken. Can you try it for me sweetie?” asked Gloria. Giselle eagerly shook her head. “Thank you, baby.”

“Where’s the waitress?” Timothy commented.

“We didn’t even pick our.”

“For the sake of time, I’m getting the usual.”

“Makes sense,” Gloria said in agreement.

The server came back with their waters and took their orders. Giselle got the chicken fingers basket. Gloria, the penne and vodka and Timothy, chicken breast with broccoli. “Thank you, I’ll be right back with your orders,” the server took the menus and leave.

“Why did you get chicken breast? Did you want milk too?” Giselle asked.

Gloria chuckled. “It’s just food,” answered Timothy.

“While they were waiting Giselle colors in her pond on the mat. She strokes the crayon right to left on the paper. Either Timothy’s eyes were playing tricks on him, or the pond was rippling. Giselle finished coloring in the pond, but any possible movement was not there. “Nice coloring Giselle, what color is your boat going to be?” inquired Timothy.

“Violet!”

“How?” “Red and blue,” she raised both crayons up.

“Right.”

“I have to pee.”

“Gloria go take Picasso here to the bathroom.”

“Come on Giselle,” Gloria slid out the booth holding Giselle’s hand.

Timothy watched the girls leave for the bathroom and he got the idea to touch the pond picture. He poked his finger into the paper, and it sank in. Rapidly he takes it out, “What the hell…” He has thoughts about his project, but he calmed them with he counter thought of the project doing something strange after she created it. He dipped his finger in once again and went to his knuckle. Checking to see if the water was real he smelled it, it was legitimate. The girls come back to the table, “That was quick,” Timothy commented.

“False alarm,” Gloria replied.

Giselle’s stomach growled once again, “I’m hungry…”

“Color your pictures, it’ll take your mind off of it.”

Giselle took her red crayon and colors in an apple on the apple tree. Timothy watched closely to see what would happen; meanwhile Gloria is trying to tell him something about the fair, “Tim, I forgot to mention to you that we’re supposed to volunteer for Duke’s performance at the fair.”

None of it registered, but what did was that an apple appeared on the table. “Gloria!” he blurts.

“Excuse me, I have your meals,” the server came in taking Gloria’s attention away from Timothy.

“Yay, food!,” Giselle’s excitement knocked her apple underneath the table.

The food is placed in front of them and they began to eat. Giselle went for a chicken finger, it still had grease residue on it. Gloria put her fork through the child’s intended target, “Wait let me blow on it, it’s hot.” The child’s head followed the fork, but her hand does something different. As the chicken approaches Gloria’s mouth another piece enters Giselle’s. Putting the entrée back on the plate, she can see the artist chewing, “Did you just take a bite out your food?,” Gloria inquired.

“Yes.”

“Let it go and let her eat, she’s hungry,” Timothy interjected. “How is it, Giselle?”

“It’s good.”

“Good.”

After the meal, they got back into the car and Giselle was kicking her feet, into the back of Timothy. Feeling the thrust he commented, “Can you stop kicking your feet?”

“Sorry.;” A minute passes, “Are we there yet?”

“No.”

‘How much longer?”

“5 minutes.”

“5 minutes!”

“That’s not that long.”

“Okay,” the excitement of being close makes her kick her feet again.

“Giselle, can you sit behind Gloria.” Giselle scooted over and the excitement petered. He checked her in the rear-view mirror and she is not kicking, “Ain’t that something.”

Once she got settled in the spot she decides to color in the picture of the bird. She took the yellow crayon and scribbled in the lines. Off the last stroke the bird comes flying off the page flapping around the car, “Oops!” she cried.

In the rearview mirror Timothy saw the bird. Gloria turned around to see what the fuss was; the bird flew in her face making her panic, “Open the window, open the window!” Her franticness caused Timothy to swerve and swat at the bird.

Despite enjoying the commotion, Giselle recalled the bird back into the page, “Chirp Chirp return.”

Timothy pulled over to recuperate after the commotion, “Giselle, we need your crayons,” he stated with his hand out.

“It’s because you’re afraid of Chirp Chirp.”

“No, it’s…”

“It’s okay, I’m afraid of snakes,” she passed over the crayons.