“Mam, that yeller paint might be a bit bright.”
Lillian Walt rises a few inches taller within her thin frame.” It will be fine.” She tells the painter before turning on her heels to meet the contractor in the new home.
“Would you and your husband like a light installed on the electric pole outside? They really don’t cost that much to power.”
“I would love one. Except. my husband wants it nice and dark at night. He plans to sit on the porch and look at lightning bugs, study the stars.”
“I can see that.”
“Frankly, I can’t. Living in the city, you can see when you wake in the middle of the night. I’m spooked about no light.”
“You’ll be enjoying your new home soon. Are you sure about that yellow paint?”
“I always have a yellow kitchen. . My kitchen is that same color at home. That’s my son driving in, don’t let me keep you.”
Weeks later, the movers pull out of the driveway. Lillian sits on the edge of a recliner.
“I need a shower, do you know which box has soap?”
Joe Walt shrugs. “That paint in the kitchen is bright.”
“I like it bright. If you remember correctly, that is the color of the kitchen at our house.”
“Well it is the color now.” Joe walks off smiling.
“Soap, I said soap. Where’s soap?”
“It’s getting dark outside, too late to run by a store. Let’s open boxes till we find some.”
“Viola, dishwashing liquid”
“That will do.”
After showering, Lillian made the bed and lay down. Pookie hops on the bed and does his little night night growl.
Joe is walking through the house turning off lights. It gets darker and darker. A bright glow comes through the bedroom window.
Somebody’s out there Joe.
Joe lies next to her. “Pookies not barking. Moon light is bright."