Written 3 years ago.
Abby requests, “Get Gracie!” This is her usual response to her sister when she runs in her room uninvited. Too many times to count, we would hear Abby down the hall voicing, “Get Gracie”. Not an angry yell, but one that began to sound like an alarm with no emotional attachment as to whether anyone would come and hit the snooze button. If we didn’t respond, Abby would just gently grab Gracie under her arms and walk her out of her room leaving her in the hallway while quickly shutting the door behind her. Then a large cry would swell from Gracie who knew that once again, she was booted from big sis’s room for no apparent reason, other than she was out to oppress her. Gracie’s tenacity and Abby’s stubbornness about Gracie’s invasions reminds me of the intro of the Flintstone’s when Fred is trying to put the cat out and eventually gets locked out of his own house. I keep waiting for Gracie to find a way to trick Abby and lock her out of her own room. I have a feeling it won’t be long before this naturally takes place, and then, as if the parrot had been set loose in the house, we will hear the lament of Abby, “Get Gracie”.
These words, “Get Gracie” mean more than just Abby wanting her parents to step in and take action. It means that Abby knows discontent. She understands what it means to be private and to find joy in how her stuff is arranged. She likes order enough to protect it fearlessly in the face of a 14 month old terror named Gracie – who is obviously out to take control of the world and all energy resources for her own pleasures. Even it that means mind control or nuclear threats, Gracie will control the world. In Gracie’s defense, she never had a chance when it came to Abby’s room. But, in Abby’s defense, her announcement, “Get Gracie” was more like a raised voice tone like in talking, never really a yell of anger, just frustration.
I can picture Abby and Gracie ten years from now. It’s no longer that room she protects, or the arrangement of her stuff. Abby will be talking with a cute boy on the porch, and Gracie – by that time the ruler over all humanity through mind control – will be making faces at Abby through a window distracting her from the cute boy. I look forward to hearing that old record play again, “Get Gracie”. That is when Greta or I will then enter Gracie’s evil laboratory and disengage the electrodes to her evil schemes helmet.
