Tales from the City

Oh, brother

A forgotten sibling and a tasty marshmallow.

November 7, 2010

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On my morning commute, I found myself following a school bus through Westwood. It pulled up in front of a house, where two kids – an older brother and a younger sister – ran out. Suddenly, the boy stopped; clearly he’d forgotten something. He made the “wait-a-sec” sign to the bus driver and ran back into the house. What had he forgotten? A musical instrument, critical sports equipment? No. The door flew open to reveal big brother with younger sister number two in tow. She had one shoe on and the other in her hand as the two of them raced to catch up to their sibling. Then all three clambered safely onto the bus.

Lucy Robin / Walpole

Spoonful of Sugar I was having a hard time getting my puppy to take the pills the vet had ordered. She’d eat what I gave her and spit out the pill. An idea occurred to me. I put the pill in a miniature marshmallow, and now all I have to say is “pill time,” and she comes running.

Shirley Gerber / Belmont

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