9780008390662

riddle
“Uncle Bob!” Ruby calls, galloping over.
She seems more confident these days. A little more grown up. Stella would
be proud. I know I am.
“Want to hear my new riddle?”
“Absolutely I do.”
Ruby flaps her ears. She does that when she gets excited. “What has an eye
but cannot see?”
“I am perplexed, Ruby. Pondering and puzzled.”
“A hurricane!” she exclaims.
“Good one, Ruby. First-rate.”
I look at Ivan. We smile at each other. We don’t need to say a thing.
It’s enough to listen to the palm trees rustle and watch the saw grass sway.