Okay Two

The women in the kitchen are exceptionally pretty Because they are my relatives, and they love me My mother is wearing a red dress, but it is muted Aunt Sue is dressed in green with a fancier apron The entire house smells like vanilla and cinnamon I salivate the minute I enter the kitchen You may have one cookie before lunch, mother says How can I choose just one? My favorite cookies are all over the place Chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies Gingerbread cookies, frosted sugar cookies “Okay, two,” she says, seeing my dilemma. My aunt sneaks me a third cookie when my mother turns. “I saw that!” My mother says, without looking. I am only seven, but I know she has eyes all around her head. My aunt laughs, but I am scared now. What else does Mom know?