The Wait

    “I can’t wait until he gets here!”  Amanda danced around the room, her eyes sparkling with excitement.  “He has to be the cutest thing in the whole world!”

    I surveyed my friend as I sprawled across her bed.  “You act like you have already fallen in love with him.”

    “Oh, I have!  I just saw him once, but those eyes.  Ah!  They were so brown and deep, I could drown in them.”  She looked dreamily out the window.  “How long will it take for him to get here?  I don’t think I can wait a moment more!” 

    I absentmindedly studied my nails.  I was excited for my friend, yes, but not to the point of going crazy.  “I’m sure you will survive.”

    She looked at me with reproach in her eyes.  “You are so droll!”

    I raised an eyebrow.   Her range of vocabulary was amazing.  Every few moments, she would pop out a word that I had thought was long forgotten in the modern world.  “Droll?”

    “Yes!  Droll!  Don’t you love the word?  It has to be one of my favorites!” 

    Amusement tinged my voice.  “Since when?  I haven’t ever heard you use it before.”

    Amanda paused, stumped.  “Well, I don’t know.  Perhaps since yesterday.  Besides, it doesn’t matter!  He’s going to come here today!  Yeah!”  She began her twirling act about the room.

    I got to my feet.  “If you would look out the window, you would see that he is already here.” 

    “He is?” she flew out of the room with me hot on her heels.  “Oh!” she gasped and came to a stop.  “There he is!  Isn’t he cute!”

    I looked at the little spotted puppy on the floor.  “Puppies usually are, Amanda.”