At the baby shower, all the guests suggested names for Amelia and George’s pollywog. George and Amelia were very grateful for this, because they’d been absolutely flummoxed about what name to choose for their baby girl.
The next day, they put the list of names on the dining room table and looked at them. George pointed at one name on that list, and Amelia smiled.
“I knew right away when I heard it,” Amelia said.
“So did I,” George said. “It was the perfect name, and we’d never thought of it before!”
“Are we certain?” Amelia asked.
“I think we are,” George said.
“And it’s all thanks to Patricia’s readers!” Amelia said. “They really are a brilliant group, aren’t they?”
“Brilliant,” George agreed. “And very kind.”
“So kind,” she agreed.
So Amelia and George had chosen their pollywog’s name, and they felt so much better! It was the perfect name. It was a name that could be shouted across a playground, or whispered to a newborn. They’d announce it to friends and family when their little one arrived.
Amelia always got stressed when one of the books she’d edited for Patricia Johns released. And AN AMISH COUNTRY REUNION was officially out!
“Amelia? Amelia?” George called.
“Over here, George.”
“Amelia! You can’t just go about fainting when you’re pregnant!” George said, exasperated. “I know the book came out, but it will be fine. This is a great book! I read it myself, and between the dogs in need of love and the cops in need of a smack upside the head, I was hooked!”
“I didn’t really faint,” Amelia said. “I lowered myself very carefully to the ground. But things feel better down here.”
George lowered himself to the ground, too, and lay down next to Amelia. She cranked her head around and saw that he had a flower in his mouth. He gave her a crooked grin.
“Is that for me?” she asked.
“Yes, it’s for you,” George said, and he handed her the flower. “Congratulations on another new release, Amelia.”
“Thank you, George,” Amelia said.
Everything felt better on the floor during a book release… but it felt much better next to George.
“Can we get up now and find something to eat?” George asked.
“I’ll need help up,” Amelia said.
So George helped Amelia back her to feet and they headed for the kitchen.
George and Amelia enjoyed playing board games together. Amelia was particularly fond of playing Scrabble since she was so good with words and she had a tremendous vocabulary. However, Amelia never cared about points, only about interesting words.
George, on the other hand, was obsessed with points. He’d use words like “zap,” “quiz,” “ji,” “fa,” “quay.” Really, once you gave that frog a Q or a Z, he would find a triple word score somewhere and rack up those points!
“Amelia,” George said. “You should be more competitive. You hardly even try to win.”
“I try to find good words,” Amelia said.
“But you should at least think about points,” George said.
“I don’t want to,” Amelia said. “It wouldn’t be fun anymore. You see, I am quite competitive, George, and if I unleash that Scrabble playing lioness inside of me, I don’t know if I could rein her back in.”
George was silent, and he eyed his wife uncertainly.
“Okay, then,” George said. “‘Zen.’ 79 points.”
“Nice one, George,” Amelia said with a smile. “I have the word ‘good.’ 6 points.”
Sometimes it was best to leave well enough alone.
I hope you enjoy these Knitted Newlywed stories. I have a lot of fun writing them. And I hope you’ll pick up my newest release, too. It would do so much for Amelia’s nerves. 😉
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