'Tis the Season and Mitzi has big plans for the front door of her humble abode. Having been recently divorced and left with nothing that can be legally sold, she is nevertheless determined to create some seasonal cheer for her little daughter. Such a brave soul in the face of adversity, Mitzi has taken her meager savings to the Tiny Blooms Flower Shoppe, where she has picked out the least expensive wreath.
Now she riffles the contents of her purse, looking for her wallet. Her heart sinks. "It's not here! I've been robbed!"
Rita points. "What's that in your hand?"
"This is my daybook. The wallet is exactly the same, only smaller and filled with my earthly savings. They were a matched set, a gift from my dead mother--well, actually, she wasn't dead when she gave them to me, and my earthly savings weren't in it yet. That was years ago, and every time I've taken them out I've thought of her."Rita is sympathetic.
"Well, at least we know what to look for."
Rita tries to help. After all, a lost wallet can happen to anyone. "Can you remember when you last had it. "
"I had it at the coffee shop. I put my tips in it."
"Maybe you dropped it. Try to think ... did you take it out of your purse after leaving the coffee shop? Did you leave it unattended?"Mitzi thinks hard. "Maybe this has nothing to do with it, but something strange did happen. As I was waiting for you to take care of the lady with the husband who lost his job, a little girl behind me said something odd."
"What is it, Toots?"
"That's the lady I want for my mommy."
"That's the lady I want for my mommy."
"Moi?""Wow, this is embarrassing." "And suddenly I was surrounded while the man was chastising his daughter."
"You can't just pick a beautiful woman out of the crowd and ask her to be your mother, Toots. That's not how it's done."
"He turned to me, apologizing overly profusely, and finally guided his children away. By then you were back, so I forgot about them."
"Oh-ho. We heard about this at the last Florists Convention. They had a little info-meeting right after Bankruptcy for Beginners. "
"You heard this story already? But it just happened."
"No, we heard about pickpockets. They're back."
"Where have they been?"
"I'm not sure. Laying low in their garrets, clinging to the undersides of trucks, running mortgage and investment companies."
"You think this man picked my pock...my purse?"
"Likely the children did it...maybe the little boy. They train their children. First they distract you, cause some kind of diversion that allows them to get in close, and before you know it ... you've been gutted."
"How horrible! And they seemed so nice! So...well...flattering."
"Oh, no. They're gone. Should I call the police?"
"It can't hurt...oh, wait, what's this? Could it be a clue?"
"A drawing...it must have made by the little girl. Didn't you say her name was Toots? And here she is, and this must be her brother Toby...I wonder if this is the fellow? She calls him Fagan...h'mm, I've heard that name somewhere before! They're probably not even his own children. Probably not even their true names."
"Here, let me see."
Such a cheerful drawing, something Randi might have done.
"And she led me to believe she didn't have a mommy! Oh, I feel awful. And here I was feeling sorry for them all. How despicable, to train little children to be so manipulative...so...so..."
"I'm going to call the police right now. Someone needs to save those children from this vile monster."
Mitzi gives her statement to the busy but polite young policeman. By that time Mitzi's memory has been confounded by preconceptions, one of the biggest problems with eye witness accounts.
The interview is at last over. Rita has a surprise for Mitzi.
"But I have no money."
"Neither do I, so we're even. Just take it for your daughter, Randi. I want her to have a Merry Christmas."
"You said it! You said the word."
"What? Merry? Is that the new gay? I hate it when they do that--take over perfectly good words so you can't use them in the same familiar old way. It seems to me people could just invent totally new ones."
"No, no, you said 'Christmas'. Aren't you afraid of losing all your Yewish and Athelist and Muslin customers?"
"What? They have something against Christmas?"
"It's the PC game. Don't you play?"
"I don't have a computer."
"Okay, never mind. Thank you so much for the wreath. I want you to come and see it on my door. Merry Christmas."
As it happens, her path takes her by the toy store, and she pauses a moment before the window to covet for awhile. She had planned to shop for Randi's Christmas present, but there is no longer any good to come of those plans, for she has no money left. As she stands there, soaking in the joy of other better-heeled Plasticopians, her breath catches. Can it be?
Yes, it can! It's them, the pickpockets! Having a heavenly time in Toyland with her earthly savings!