Hush HushThe neighborhood, still drowsy, gave us the streets to ride alone. My sister, eleven, five years older, pedaled as I steered. I rode first class on the banana seat, she was the coach. The dragons on our chinese pajamas expired fire, killed mosquitoes, put DDT to shame. When she covered my eyes I giggled madly as she sang, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte. ©2000 Peggy Putnam Owen |