Nyla Has Style

Nyla has a style all her own, she flings and flounces. She whirls a truth others do not understand or know. I am gob-smacked by her confidence and her determination I know you do not get your flair from you mother, I say. From where does this inner delight originate? Nyla laughs that super nova laugh. My grandmother was a Broadway star, she says. She gets out photos, and we ooh and ahh over them. I wish you could have known her, I tell her. I do know her. She used to visit me in my dreams, and she was my so-called imaginary friend when I was four. What do you mean so-called? My mother could not see her, so she called her that. We used to laugh about it, grandma and me.