One morning, the mail arrived at the house and Amelia received a post card from her cousin Milly. Milly had the perfect life. She was tall, lithe, beautiful, and rich. She travelled all over the world, met all sorts of interesting people, and whenever she told stories, she dropped so many names that Amelia would find herself confused.
Milly had met everyone! She’d hung out with Vannetta Chapman in Texas. She’d once stood in a grocery store lineup with Wanda Brunstetter! Once she’d even gotten into an argument over a parking space with Tom Cruise, and Tom Cruise, it turned out, was quite a gentleman and had given her the parking spot and parked further away. His body guards had not been pleased about it, because they haded walking that far.
Milly had sent this particular post card from Italy where she had recently run into Nora Roberts and enjoyed a pizza with her in a little cafe. NORA ROBERTS!
And Amelia couldn’t help it. She was filled with jealousy, and when Milly wrote, “Give my love to George,” Amelia had had it. She would NOT give Milly’s love to George.
She went outside to be alone, planted herself on the piano, and tried ever so hard not to feel jealous. But it was hard. NORA ROBERTS!
That evening, they had breakfast for dinner. It was easy to cook, and George always loved a stack of pancakes, whatever time of day they arrived.
“What’s the matter, Amelia?” George asked. “Only one pancake?”
“I’m not very hungry,” Amelia said. “I got a postcard today from my cousin Milly. And Milly is off in Italy being perfect again.”
“Do you want to travel more, Amelia?” George asked seriously. He really did care if she was sacrificing her dreams.
“Not really,” Amelia said. “I like being at home.”
That was a relief. Because so did he.
“Do you know what helps people to feel better?” George asked. “Going outside and touching grass, as the young people say.”
“It’s snowy out there,” Amelia said.
“Then touching snow!” George said. “Let’s eat up and then go for a drive.”
And George put one of his pancakes over onto Amelia’s plate so that they each had two.
“And you should eat,” George said. “The world is a much brighter place on a full stomach.”
George was not wrong about that.
George and Amelia went for a snowy drive. Their scarves fluttered out behind them, and the cold wind was bracing!
“You know, people travel out here to experience a Canadian winter,” George said. “And we live in the middle of it!”
Being outside and seeing the freshly fallen snow, the watery winter sunlight, and smelling that crisp winter scent did have a way of making Amelia feel cheery. She looked at some kids skating on an ice rink that had been made out of a flooded running track, and she couldn’t help but smile at their antics.
“We are awfully lucky, aren’t we?” Amelia said. “It just seems ordinary because we live here.”
They took a long drive, and they waved at other frogs they knew. They even passed Patricia and Mr. Johns coming home from some shopping.
When they finally came back home again and parked in their spot, Amelia was feeling much better. Fresh air was good for a frog’s mood.
“You know,” she said. “We made choices to get us here. We decided on what mattered most to us.”
“Marrying you was a pretty high priority for me,” George said.
“Oh, George,” Amelia said. “I love our life together.”
“I love it, too,” George said. “Let’s get inside and warm up.”
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