Until she arrived, I did not know Alice was an accomplished knitter. Put a couple needles in her hands and she's a whiz, provided you get the pattern started. Her dexterity with magic markers and crayons shows another artistic side.
There's the conniver side, like the time she faked insomnia to finish a movie we had started. It was "Annie," and like the song, "The sun will come out tomorrow."
On the final day of school, Alice saved the best for last. She hopped into the front seat, meticulously attached her seat belt, and broke out a wide smile. Up went her hand with an envelope.
"It's my report card," she rejoiced. "Want to see it?"
Me, before her own dad?
"Why I would be honored. Am I being prepared for the worse?"
"I think you'll be very happy," she replied.
Except for a B in music, she had pulled all A's. Above all else, Alice was an exceptional student.
We celebrated with a visit to Chuck E. Cheese, complemented by a book-shopping spree.
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Photographer and writer Tom Vartabedian is retired from The Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.