Flora and Joan wax nostalgic.
What's That You Say?
“Time for a road trip,” Flora sang when Joan opened the door.
“You don’t know what you are saying!”
“Sure I do, these days a road trip can mean out to the yard for laps.”
“Is that where we’re going? I better get a mask!”
“Forget the mask, it’s your own yard, the one we share, remember?”
“Are you sure you aren’t trying to lure into going without a mask? “
“All right, you got me! I bought masks for us both. Aren’t they gorgeous?”
Joan inspected them, then picked one and put it on. Flora took the other. Arm in arm, carefully social distancing, the two best friends began a walk.
“Did I tell you this would be a mystery tour?” Flora asked. Joan stopped suddenly.
“Where are your hearing aids?”
“In my purse, I can’t wear them with a mask.”
“We’re going on mystery tour, remember those?”
“Sure, when we were kids and riding in a car with your folks.”
“Well, this one is a walking tour. We’re going back to high school.”
“Wow, you do know how long that’s been, right?” Joan said.
“Of course, but here we go!”
They went to all their favorite teen spots. Some were long gone, so they went where they used to be to see what was there now. They took selfies, at each. After a couple of hours, they ended up in front of Flora’s garage.
Flora pushed the garage door opener. As it rose, Joan’s eyes widened and she gasped.
“Yep, my high school ride. A customized ’57 Chevy!”
“Let’s go to the drive-in,” she suggested, opening the doors.
Giggling, Joan jumped in and Flora took the driver’s seat. She turned on the Apple Car Play and they watched “Grease.”