Aunt Bee comes for us early.
Mama is already gone.
All ready to go? Aunt Bee says,
eyeing the suitcases
piled in the living room.
She only lives across town,
but me and Charlie packed
about everything we owned,
except for our winter clothes.
We still don’t know
what we’ll be doing
at Aunt Bee’s house
or how long we’ll stay.
Aunt Bee picks up two bags,
and me and Charlie carry the rest.
Don’t worry about art supplies, Paulie.
The bags smack her legs.
I have plenty.
I grab my pencil
and sketchbook anyhow,
but I leave all the rest.
Milo jumps in the back seat.
Even though she doesn’t like dogs,
Aunt Bee is letting Milo come with us.
I hugged her neck
when she told me.
I love Milo.
I didn’t know if I could
leave him behind, and I
guess Aunt Bee knew that.
He’ll have to wear a collar
and a leash at Aunt Bee’s house,
but I don’t think he’ll mind,
seeing as it’s the only way
we could be together.
Milo understands
things like that.
Let’s go home, Aunt Bee says,
like her home has always
been our home, waiting for us.