Honeygirl

With a gentle tilt of her head, Grand Lady said, “Honeygirl, I have waited a long time to give this one last gift to you.” I sat beside her and nested her hand in mine. “You already have given me so much, Grand Lady.

"What happened, honeygirl?" "Nothing. We just–We need to get out of this house, Mama, tonight. Okay?" Bridget can hear the panic rising in her voice and struggles to get enough air in to talk, to get the words out.

“Hullo, honeygirl!” “Out for an afternoon walk?” she asked, glad to see her. “Been trampin' through these woods for a gut many years now; don't 'spect I'll quit anytime soon.” Lizzie came and sat next to her on the boulder.

“I'm just fine, honeygirl. Listen, I thought today we could go do some shoppin', lunch, ya know, what girls do. I know you must be bored out of your mind all alone in that house. What d'ya say?” “Oh, um . . . well .

“Let me beat you, honeygirl.” He'd been so sick lately and we'd all been sure it wouldn't be long before he passed away, but today he appeared to be rallying. I giggled and sat across from him. “You think you can?” “I'm sure gonna try.