A couple of weeks ago, my granddaughter, Sabria, got her large candy cane out of Christmas storage. Her friend Jazz was there, and Sabria wanted to show it off. She has had the cane since she was four years old. It is made of very hard plastic and is the size of an actual cane, so she uses it as a walking stick during the holiday season.
I was in the kitchen, when the girls brought the cane to me, Sabria in tears. It was in three pieces. “Can you fix it, Gee?” she asked.
“I’m not sure,” I said, “I’ll do my best.”