Emily Earheart

It was early in the morning, Christmas Eve, when I found a huge loaf of homemade pound cake in front of my door, minus a note.

I knew right away it was from Patrick the cat, down the hall, who never seems to leave one.  Whenever I ask his father about this he sharply reminds me…cats can’t write.

The loaf was so big, it made me think of the Lucy episode, when she bakes bread that, when it comes out of the oven, pins her to the wall.

As I’m about to go back into my apartment, the door to Mimi’s old place (my beloved former neighbor) opens a crack, where I see a little lady of 4, peeking out.

“Hi Emily, whatcha doin up?”

She quietly crept into the hall and said, “I can’t sleep.”

“How come?”

“I’m scared.  I don’t wanna fly tomorrow.”

She and her parents and brother were going to France to spend New Years with their grandparents.

“But you’ve been up in a plane before.  It was okay then, right?”

“No,” she said, shaking her teeny blonde head. “It’s a big bird…and I’m scared’a birds.”

Now let me just say, not only is Emily sweet, but she’s the cutest kid on the planet.  So what does any good Italian do given the circumstances?  She breaks open Patrick’s pound cake because food, is the answer, to all things, even fear of flying.

“Emily, you’re in luck.  Patrick, the cat, baked this for me.  It’s his famous courage cake.  If we eat some, we won’t be scared anymore. ”

“What’s cor-age?”

“It’s what keeps us from being scared?”

“What are you scared of?”

“That your mother’s gonna come out and yell at me.”

“What’s in it…the cake?”

“Besides courage?  Oh, sugar, butter, flour, milk, maybe a whisker or two.”

She laughed, as only a little kid can, over something so silly.

So there on Mimi’s old welcome mat that lies like a rubber memorial, we each had a healthy slice, crumbs, happily spilling everywhere.

“Are ya feelin less scared yet?”

“Yeah, but, could I please have a little more…to make sure?”

“Okay, but you know what we need Emily?

“Milk?” I love her.

“Yes, I’ll be right back.”

“Bring a bowl too,” she whispered after me.

“A bowl?”

“For Patrick, in case he shows up.”

I nodded, breaking into a grin because, we both know how Patrick, is known, to pussyfoot down the hallway.”   

🙂

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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34 Responses to Emily Earheart

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    This is a wonderful story, Susannah. Kids are the greatest, and so are you for your quick thinking.

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  2. gmg says:

    So adorable…..you, Emily, Patrick, and the cake!!

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  3. So pound cake is the answer for courage? I’m getting myself a boxful! Wonderful Christmas story. You are the bestest neighbor!

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  4. Always super stories, Susannah, which means I’m never disappointed when I visit. Wish I had more hours in the day to pop over here more often. I’ll be picking up or baking me some pound cake to eat before my flight in April. How does that huge piece of metal stay up in the sky. Eeeekkk !!!!
    I do hope the snow nature has created for magical scenes for your eyes to feast on aren’t creating too much chaos on the New York streets. A gal has to have her Starbuck’s, you know. Perhaps, the yule fires will welcome the suns rays once again.
    Hope your Christmas was filled with many wonderful moments. May your New Year 2018 be a year full of good health, delightful laughter, great friends and more LOVE than your heart can hold.
    Merry Merry … Isadora 😎
    ps – I remember Mimi. Her name brought a smile. I hope she’s happy wherever she is.

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  5. Gail Kaufman says:

    Cake – the ultimate panacea 🍰

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  6. micklively says:

    Can you get me the recipe, please? I need a slice or two of courage cake.

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  7. Christmas magic was in your hallway, for sure. I was mentally hugging you and Emily. You can cut to the heart of a matter quicker than anyone I know. Your compassion knows no bounds. Bless you, bless you, dear Susannah!

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