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THE LAMP– discover its power!
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Excerpt from THE LAMP
…a widower retrieves an heirloom and get more than he imagined
A man can only take so much clucking from his daughters, no matter how much he loves them. I escaped to my Italian restaurant, Rossano’s, while the girls, Cici and Mimi, sold off bits of my life in what they called an “Estate Sale.” They are so like their departed mother in beauty, energy, and bossiness.
Ah, Catarina, they even sound like you.
Now, they were reorganizing my life and heading me to a “retirement center.” I returned home, parked along the curb, grabbed the white food bag, and climbed out of the car. A breeze off Lake Michigan brought the first hints of fall to my Chicago suburb.
I avoided browsing strangers and walked toward my daughters seated at their card table. Assorted grandchildren greeted me (Poppy Rossano!) andran among the remaining heirlooms.
Cici showed me the money box and said, “Look, Papa almost $500. Just what we needed for the boys’ baseball camp.”
“Very good. I am going to change. I smell of garlic. Here are some leftover bread sticks.” I laid down the fragrant food sack.
Mimi opened the bag. “Oh, just what I needed. Nothing better in this world than Rossano’s bread sticks.”
Eager hands emptied the offering of my famous braided bread. I patted a grandson’s head and moved past them into the house.
Even two years since Catarina’s passing, I expected her to be at the kitchen sink. Family faces smiled at me from their frames as I stopped on the stairs to stare at them a moment. With a sigh I continued toward my bedroom. My heavy feet clomped up the steps.
I flipped the bedroom switch, but nothing happened. In the dusky light, my gaze traveled to the table next to the bed.
Where is Catarina’s lamp? What have those girls done with our lamp?
My heart lurched. I pivoted and stomped back down the stairs.
Short of breath by the time I reached the sales table, I bellowed at the girls, “Where is my bedroom lamp?”
Mimi and Cici exchanged their secret look. “Now, Papa,” Mimi began. “You have to pare down. That hideous lamp had to go.”
My large hands emphasized my emotions. “No respect! Would I come into your home and pronounce your precious belongings ‘hideous’? Would I disregard a tag clearly marked ‘not for sale’? Never!”
“But, Papa, you can’t take a lamp with a naked lady surrounded by ghastly prisms to that beautiful, new retirement center,” Cici said.
The girls formed a united front, but I leaned over them and glared my strongest Papa scowl. They transformed from determined young women, to my baby girls–in trouble again. Cici teared up and Mimi’s mouth trembled.
“We were only trying to do our best for you, Papa,” Mimi said.
Tears trickled down Cici’s face. “A lady bought it. She left her card. She runs a dance studio.”
I grabbed the card from her fingers. Step Lively – Cleo Lively, Dance Instructor. I would step lively all right, and get back my lamp.
Dana Taylor writes uplifting stories filled with inspiration and humor. Born and raised in California, she graduated from the University of Redlands. Her experiences as a follower of Christ and a Lightworker influence her writings. She is a level II Reiki therapist. She has been published in various magazines, including the Ladies Home Journal. She hosted the Internet radio program Definitely Dana! at HealthyLife.net. and won various contests with the Romance Writers of America, including Best First Book from the Desert Quill Awards