Taking Leads

Cindy Loo Who stops by.  Or, at least, someone who looks just like her.  A four or five year old girl peeks her head into the door, interrupting a conversation.  She has locked onto the candy dish, as kids are wont to do.  She looks at the candy dish, looks at me, and I give her the nod.  It’s the same sly nod I’d give my ballplayers when they were eyeing up a stolen base.  The nod was more or less constant.  Consequently, the running attack was (a favorite word ahead) lurid.     

Cindy Loo gets a great jump, before her dad can reel her in (you steal on the pitcher, not the catcher).  She darts out of the office, candy in hand, while her dad sheepishly apologizes.   

No apology necessary.  The door’s open.  Everyone has the green light.