Pomi of Arabia
” Look. Another duststorm!” Pomi was clinging to the banister wrapped in white fabric.
” What’s with that outfit? Are you wearing my curtains again?”
” What did you cut to pieces this time? ”
” I don’t know. You’ve got so much fabric lying around I bet you do not even remember you had this. ”
” Probably not, Lawrence.”
” Who is Lawrence? ”
” Lawrence of Arabia. A British army officer. They made a movie about him many, many years ago. The way you’re dressed you look just like him. ”
” I was going to dress up as an Easter bunny.”
” Why not an Easter egg? ”
” Very funny. Let me remind you, that I didn’t get a single Easter egg.”
” The weather puts me in a bad mood.”
” Oh, I hadn’t noticed. Does it make you forgetful as well? ”
” I have had enough of this sand. It is everywhere. ” I put Pomi on the canopy swing next to one of my cats. ” What’s Easter to you anyway?”
” Are you out of your mind. I hate the cats.” I picked my little crochet darling up again and we went back inside.
” I love chocolate, that’s what Easter is to me, ” Pomi said and he did look unhappy.
” Get out of that outfit already.” I said, sounding rather harsh.
” Alright, alright, but just because you don’t like the weather does not mean you have to shout at me.” Pomi climbed out of his white gown .
” It is hot in here. Turn the AC on.”
I tried but it did not work.
” No electricity. Power outage. What are we going to do?”
” I don’t know what you are going to do. I am going to sleep. Hopefully when I wake up you will be in a better mood. And by the way. You owe me an Easter egg. Milk chocolate.”