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door.   He wore a pair of black pants and a bright yellow shirt.
    “Ready, Joyce?   We’re going to be late.”
      “Yeah, just one second,” she yelled from the closet that she just went into to retrieve her jacket.
    “Dad, you look like a bumblebee. ” I giggled as he made his way to the bed to tickle me.
    “A bumblebee, eh?  I’ll show you a bumblebee.  Buzz, Buzz, Buzz,” he said as he took his pointer finger and pretended it was a stinger and happily impersonated a bee.
    “Hahaha . Mom! Mommy tell Daddy to stop!” I yelled through the short pauses in my laughter.
    “Dave, stop,” she said as she walked out the closet, “Go change your shirt.   You look like a bee.”
    “See, Dad, I told you.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled as he pulled that shirt off and went to find another one.  I heard a noise coming from outside the window and it was all too familiar.  I opened the blinds with my fingers and gasped.  I spun around and yelled in my mom’s direction and begged her not to go out tonight.  She came and stood next to me and repeated the same motions I did. 
    “It’s only drizzling.   We will be fine and be back before you know it,” she said. Dad came out of the closet once more after trying on a few different shirts that got a negative response from Mom.  This time he was wearing a black and gray sweater.
    “How’s this one?” he asked with his arms spread out from his sides.   Then, his eyes met mine and he noticed the panic strung across my face, “Is it raining?” he asked as his eyes went up to Mom’s.
    “Yes,” she answered.  T hen bent down and looked at me in my eyes that were building with liquid inside about to burst, “I promise that when I get home I’ll climb into bed with you and we will have a slumber party.  Pops will be here with you and everything will be good.  Okay?”
    “Okay,”  I mumbled, trying to hold back the tears. 
    “Now, go downstairs because if I smell correctly, Pops is making his apple pie for you, too.”
    “Yes!” and I ran down the steps missing that all annoying third step and stopped at the downstairs hallway closet and grabbed two umbrellas, a white one for Mom and a black one for Dad.  I placed them at the front door, so they would grab them on their way out.  I then spun around and headed for the living room where I found Pops sitting watching some cop show on TV.
    “Hey Pops, whatcha watchin’?”   I asked as I plopped myself down beside him.
    “Street Shooter’.   It isn’t that bad,” he replied as he put his arm around my head and placed it on the other side.
    “Dad watches this.   So, where’s the pie?”
    “Smelled it, did you? It should be done in fifteen minutes or so.   Let’s find something else on TV you can watch,” he picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels searching for a show my eyes could see.
    I heard the sounds of my parents walking down the stairs and the vapors of perfume and cologne danced in the air all the way to where I sat.   Dad grabbed his black jacket from the closet and mom came over to me.
    “Alright, Nor.   We will be back before you know it.  Be good,” she said and kissed me on my forehead leaving remnants of her lip gloss behind.  “See you, Pops,” and she kissed him goodbye, also.
    I got up on my knees to sit up and look over the back of the couch.   They looked nice all dressed up.  Dad helped Mom with her coat and they headed towards the door.
    “See ya, kiddo,”  Dad yelled to me.
    “Don’t forget…,”  I yelled back.
    “The umbrellas!” the three of them said all together like a chorus.
    “Just making sure,” I shyly muttered. I guess they knew the spiel by now.
    “Love you, sweetie,” Mom yelled while she stepped outside opening up her white umbrella as soon as she walked through the door.   Dad stepped right behind her and closed the door.
    I turned to Pops and before I could say anything he said, “They will be