Those 70ish Girls

Murdo Girl and Lav are in the process of interviewing the residents of Murdo to gain information regarding MG’s existence between the ages of eight and eighteen. It seems there have been no pictures found of her during those formative years other than some pretty bad school pictures.

They have just returned from having coffee at the local Subway. (It’s inside the Pilot Station and it’s really good!)

Lav: Well, that didn’t get us anywhere. I thought that lady at the counter was kind of rude. I just asked her if she recognized you from fifty-eight years ago.

MG: I know Lav. Do you think it could have been because she’s about twenty years younger than me?

Lav: More like thirty…but I didn’t get what she meant when she said, “We are the curators of our own contentment.”

MG: Beats me…she said if I keep ruminating on the past, I will always be adrift. Do you think I should stop looking for the identity of my youth?

Lav: Yeah…it’s not much fun. Let’s go south of sixteen and see what’s going on in the old neighborhood.

MG: Okay…but first I want go to the drive-in and get another rhubarb milkshake.

So… MG and Lav consume yet another treat, and walk all the way to where their grandpa and grandma used to live and decide to rest a while under Grandpa’s trees. A slight breeze comes up and floating along in the midst of the leaves from the trees is a sheet of 8 1/2″ x 11″ paper, which falls on the ground when the wind suddenly stops. Lav rushes to it.

MG: What is it, Lav?

Lav: It’s a sheet of typing paper. It has an X on it and it says, “DIG HERE.”

Both of them immediately start digging with the spoons they ate their rhubarb shakes with until Lav hits something as hard as a rock. It is a rock, so they keep digging. Guess what they find?

MG: It’s a metal box and it’s locked!

Lav: Look here! There is an envelope taped to the bottom.

MG: Hurry up and open it. (Stay with us.)

Lav: It says:

Dear MG and Lav,

Open this box when you turn sixty, if you happen to be in Murdo and you’re looking for your identity.

Yours truly,

Anonymous time capsule

Does anybody know time capsule etiquette? We’re slightly over sixty, so can we still open it?

 

(I fully expect to hear from some family members after they read the Murdo mysteries. It’s one way to get your kids to call you.) Just kidding…