Saturday, November 22, 2008
Chubby Fingered Elegance.
Seeing Lucy as a tiny baby reminds me Harold at that age. He was three days old when Ada brought him home from the hospital on Christmas Eve. It might have been the happiest day of her life had she not walked into a cold, empty house with just a note from Harold’s father to indicate anyone else had ever been there. And a small crate full of assorted jewels, but there’s no comfort in that, is there?
I turned up the next day, a gift, if you like, from Harold’s dad to help look after the new baby. I resented it at first – I’d been a constant companion to the incredibly nice Sophia Waterman for sixty years and felt I deserved a bit of a rest. Truth be told, I was glad to be back in the mortal world – things are so much more fun here. Ada wasn’t a bad taskmaster anyway, and it gave me a chance to subtly teach the boy about being an elegant magician.
It worked too. Harold doesn’t perform much magic but what he does is done with the finesse of the best card dealer. I wonder if Lucy will turn out the same?