Name That Spoon (Socks XXVIII)

"Hi. I'm Lar this is Rar. What's your name?"
All was silent.
"Hi? I didn't know I could do that," said a spoon.
"You mean talk?"
"Yea, talk. Talk. I think I like to talk."
"So?"
"So what?"
"What's your name?"
I don't know. Do I need one?"
"Let's give her a name, Lar."
"OK. Turn around, let's have a look."
"Read this, Lar."
"Libbey Freedom."
"That's your name. Libbey. Libbey Freedom."
"Right. Call me Ms Freedom. No, call me Libbey."
"Well Libbey, you need an education."
"Come with us, Lib."
"Be ready, Nick's gonna ask you what you're worth."

Family Skeleton (Socks XXVII)

The brothers and the coin talked and laughed all morning. They could tell that the purse had been moving.
Mom removed the Gylgreys from the purse.
"See you latter, Nick."
"Hope so boys."
They were at a round table with a half dozen women, all had gray hair, like Mom.
The twins were passed around the table, each woman massaged and inspected the recovering injuries.
"Perfect."
"Good as new."
"Flawless."
Lar and Rar loved the attention and the petting. When they got back to the purse some new occupants had come to visit. Two knives, two forks, and two spoons.

More Of Nick (Socks XXVI)

"Pleased to meet you, Rar."
Nick was glad to see Lar, glad to have an audience for his wisdom.
Lar warned Nick on the hazards of mice.
Rar told about Oprah.
Nick liked Oprah. He had been in a pocket when he and four other coins made their escape. They had remained under the cushions for a month. Nick worked his way to the front partly to get a peek at Oprah. Mostly to get away from the only other talker in the couch, a dime.
Upon inspection of the healing wounds, Nick pronounced the twins lucky.
"Chicks dig scars."

Back To Health (Socks XXV)

The boys turned their backs to one another. They woke to some guy talking about weather and one hundred year old people.
Mom picked up Lar and looked at his heal. When she set him back down the twins were face to face.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Sleep good?"
"Yea. You?"
"Didn't mean it, bro."
"Me neither."
After breakfast Mom and Dad sat on the couch. Mom darned Lar's heal, heedless of Lar's moans. "How's that feel?"
"Great, words can't describe."
Mom massaged Lar's stitches and put the pair back in the purse.
"Come on down, I want you to meet Nick."

A Tiff (Socks XXIV)

The twins hung out on the couch talking way past midnight. Lar was resolved to not complain about his heel.
Lar told of his near escape.
Rar told about Oprah.
Lar wondered how Nick would have handled the mouse.
Rar said how good it was to see his brother again.
Lar recounted the tales of Nick.
Rar talked concerning Mom's "stories."
Lar relayed Nick's wisdom.
Rar reported on Mom's stitching skills.
Lar chronicled Nick's adventures.
Rar spilled the beans about Mom and Dad on the couch.
Lar hoped to see Nick again.
"Is Nick your total conversation?"
"Is Mom yours?"

Forced Empathy (Socks XXIII)

Dad drew a glass of water and noticed that Lar had been moved. He picked him up, seeing the bite mark on his heel and the black rice kernels next to the toaster.
He rummaged in a drawer and set a trap.
"Mom, you've got more mending to do. Those damn mice are back."
"Not again."
Lar got put on the couch next to Rar .
"Sorry that I ditched you when your toe was hurtin', Rar."
"That's alright, Bro. How's the heel?"
"Hurts. Like a son-of a-bitch."
"Mom will fix you, she's good. Look at my toe, it feels great."

Close Call (Socks XXII)

When night fell Rar was still on the couch. On the TV people sang, a guy told them that they shouldn't.
When the house got quiet a mouse with a very fat belly came from behind the refrigerator. Sniffing across the counter eating crumbs, she crawled down inside the toaster. Lar could hear nibbling.
When the mouse came out she chewed on a bread wrapper until she spotted Lar. She dashed over to Lar and sniffed his heel. Grabbing Lar with her teeth, she pulled him toward the back of the refrigerator. She dropped Lar when the light came on.