Ellie Barton looked up over the top of the latest copy of Birds and Blooms as the child passed by her patio for what had to be the third time this morning, and Ellie chuckled when she saw the kid's reaction to being caught looking in her direction.
Ellie had seen the child several times since she had moved in to the apartment complex, and at first she feared that the young person was casing the place in order to pull off a robbery or something, because she obviously didn't live there since the rental community was restricted to people 55 and older.
Once afternoon Ellie happened to be outside when the girl passed though the courtyard, and since her next door neighbor. The rather gruff Mr. Forbes, happened to be outside as well smoking one of his vile cigars, she asked whether he had any idea who the boy was.
"That's Mary Jackson's grandchild - she's in apartment 119 - and it ain't a boy. He's a she, though you'd never know it would you?"
The annoying Mr. Forbes had then proceeded to explain how kids today aren't like they were back in his day, and Ellie nodded politely while trying to tune out the curmudgeon's grumbling as she looked at the girl in the over-sized army pea coat and baseball cap who always seemed very sad.
Probably being sentenced to spend time with the grandmother was the cause for the glum expression on her face, Ellie reasoned that day, and ever since then had looked at the girl in a different way. When Ellie was young she was a lot like her, the quiet and non-conforming type, so she made a point of smiling whenever she saw her.
Since Ellie spent every moment possible outside on the patio, she saw the girl frequently and while the girl didn't smile back at first, she did end up coming gradually closer to Ellie's patio as she passed until this one morning she was almost within earshot.
"Good morning," Ellie called out to the girl when she strolled through with a swinging loaf of bread almost hitting the grass as the girl held it by the twist-tie end.
"Oh - uh - hi," the girl said, looking stunned that she was being talked to.
"Going to be another nice day," Ellie opined as she looked at the tiny girl who was lost in the jacket that was built for somebody twice her size.
"Yeah, Um... my grandmother. She lives here," the girl said. "That's why I'm here."
"That's nice," Ellie said. "She's lucky that she has someone that cares about her so much. I didn't think you lived here, if that what you were wondering about. I didn't think you were old enough."
"Neither do you," the girl said as she moved closer to Ellie. "I mean - well - you know what I mean. You don't look old enough. Everybody else here is like my grandmother. You know, fossils?"
"Oh. Thank you. I am approaching the fossil stage, but I appreciate the compliment," Ellie said, smiling at the awkward bluntness of the child.
"Um... gotta get my grandmother her bread," the girl said.
"Well, it was nice speaking to you," Ellie said. "If you ever feel like stopping by for a cup of tea and chatting with an almost fossil, you're always welcome. My name's Ellie. You can tell your grandmother where you're going so she doesn't worry."
"Oh. Um. Yeah. My name's Kat."
"Kat? Is that kat with a c or a k?" Ellie asked with a grin.
"K," the girl said, scrunching up her face as she explained. "It's really Katherine but I like Kat way better."
"Kat it is then," Ellie said. and when the girl actually smiled it was a nice smile that made her look less like someone headed to the Gulag for once.
"Um... like, I can come back after I dump the bread off. Is that okay?"
"Oh. Well - sure," Ellie replied, a bit startled at the response. "As long as your grandmother doesn't mind."
"No. She doesn't want me around anyway," Kat said. "I'll be right back."
With that, the girl in the drab pea green army jacket went off to the grandmother's, her pace decidedly quicker than before, and Ellie went back inside to fill her tea pot for her company.
"She probably doesn't want tea, but I don't have any soda, except tonic water," Ellie said to herself as she prepared it. "And who are you talking to, Ellie Barton?"
When Ellie came back out to the patio, nudging the door open as she carried a tray with the teapot, cups and a plate of cookies, Kat was standing on the other side of the patio, barely visible over the planters that sat on the rail, looking like a puppy waiting for permission.
"Come around Kat. Make yourself at home," Ellie said as she set the tray down to the table and patted the second chair that hadn't been used since she moved in. "I know you don't probably care for tea, but I don't have anything else except orange juice. Would you rather?"
"No. Tea's awesome," Kat asked as she plopped into the chair and watched Ellie pour her a cup before splashing cream and about 5 teaspoons of sugar into it. "Thanks."
"Hope your grandmother doesn't mind me stealing you away from her," Ellie said as she looked over at her companion."
"No, she doesn't want me hanging around anyway," Kat said. "After a few minutes I can tell she can't wait for me to leave. I go because my old man sends me over. He doesn't want me hanging around home. I'm real popular."
"I'm sure you're exaggerating," Ellie said. "I'll bet your grandmother loves to see you.
"Do your grandchildren visit you much?" Kat asked.
"I - I don't have any," Ellie said.
"Oh. You just moved in here, didn't you?"
"Yes, just last month."
"I could tell because this patio was barren before, and then all of a sudden the furniture and all the flowers appeared. Awesome petunias."
"Thank you, Kat," Ellie said. "Would you like a cookie?"
"Sure," Kat said as she scooped up a couple of the sugar cookies and ate them eagerly. "Awesome cookies. Did you make them?"
"No, I'm afraid they're store bought," Ellie said. "I can cook but I'm not much over a baker."
"Neither is my grandmother," Kat opined as she grabbed another cookie. "Only problem is that she doesn't know it. She always makes these molasses cookies that she insists I eat, and man are they shitty!"
"Oh. Sorry," Kat said when she saw Ellie flinch a bit at her language.
"Well, don't be sorry," Ellie said, recovering quickly. "After all, who wants to eat shitty cookies?"
Ellie laughed as Kat almost choked at hearing her response, and after they stopped giggling Kat wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin.
"You're awesome Ellie."
"Well thank you Kat," Ellie said. "I've had a lot of children call me many things over the years, but I don't think awesome was one of them."
"Why, are you a teacher?"
"Was," Ellie said. "I retired at the end of the school year."
"I could tell," Kat said. "You seem like the teacher type."
"Is that good or bad?"