So I sometimes worry about Ellie, because Margaret is possessed of a forceful, albeit fairly nice, personality, and the heft to back it up should anyone think about crossing her. And Ellie’s personality right now seems to be fairly sleep-centric, and also, like the rest of her, on the small side.
But tonight, in the back yard, I think she revealed that she got a bit more from my maternal grandmother than a name: she got a steely look that demands obedience. So maybe I can stop worrying about Margaret overpowering her.
It started off with Margaret bringing her some flowers.
Ellie sized her up with a calculating eye.
And put on a sad face. “Is this all? Really?” she asks.
“I need more flowers! I need THIS MANY! Please fetch them forthwith.
“Thank you. That’s better. But don’t let it happen again.”
And Margaret, having learned her lesson, and sits politely awaiting Ellie’s next request.
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