Failed Trial (Socks CDLV)

As the light coming in the window began to grow dim, Mom came in the room, "You're right there is something irritating about this ring."
"What should I do? I don't want to hurt Mr. Fillmore by not taking the ring."
"He'll understand. Let him wear the ring he'll see."
"What, as a pinkie ring?"
"Sure, I think he would do it."
Sophie laughed, "He might. I'll ask."
The ring was now on the dresser next to the other objects, fighting.
"You did it again, you irritate everyone."
"Me? You're the one that touches the finger. You're the irritating one."

Ring Trial (Socks CDLIV)

"It is a very pretty ring," Mom held her right hand in the light from the window.
"I agree, but it irritates my finger."
"Let's see."
Mom held Sophie's hand looking it over, "I don't see anything."
"I didn't either, but it just bothered me."
"Maybe it needs to be resized."
"I don't think so. Why don't you wear it a while, see if it bothers you."
"Ok," Mom walked from the room holding her right hand splayed out in front of her.
Rar was relieved, "That was close, we could have had to listen to those two arguing again."

Missing Ring (Socks CDLIII)

The next morning Sophie left the room, and came back in a few times. Her and mom came in together.
"I don't know where it is. That ring had completely slipped my mind."
"Where was the last place you saw it?"
"I put it on the bed, before getting in the shower."
The women searched the room. After a while Sophie looked under the bed, "Here it is."
Sophie handed the ring to Mom, who put it on. The emerald and the ring were still bickering. Lar and Rar could not hear the words, only the rumble of the argument.

Phone Invitation (Socks CDLII)

While the diary talked, Sophie made a phone call.
"Kyle, Sophie."
"Good, I'm good. You?"
"Can you still make it for dinner on Sunday?"
"Mom says we'll eat around two."
"You can come over as early as you like. How about noon? Maybe you can help me with my algebra."
"No, that's not the reason I invited you."
"Well, I ahh. You ahh. I invited you because you're nice."
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, you think I'm nice too, huh?"
She stayed on the phone for a few more minutes. Then she grabbed Daily Diary, and jotted a few more lines.

Boring Secrets (Socks CDLI)

Daily Diary was still talking, so everyone forgot to try to get Mom's attention, they forgot to holler.
Mom left the room, Daily Diary kept telling Sophie's secrets until Sophie opened up the diary wrote. No body felt like talking now that they had listened to Daily Diary talk for so long, so they simply sat silently.
Sophie finished writing, put Daily Diary on the dresser, then she put all of the objects next to her. The diary started in with more secrets, by now they weren't really secrets. She told stories about catching butterflies, cheerleading tryouts, and new outfits.

Sunday Plans (Socks CDL)

Daily Diary went on and on, so long in fact that it started to get dark outside the window. She only stopped talking when Sophie came in and said, "Oh Mom, I forgot to show you the things I brought home."
"Mom came in the room, and Sophie showed her Sunbeam, the cord, and Lar and Rar. She said that all the stuff was Kyle's, and she would give him them when he got there Sunday.
"What time should I tell him to come over?"
"Why don't we eat around two or three? He can come over when he wants."

Spilled Guts (Socks CDXLIX)

Once Daily Diary started talking, she couldn't quit. All those secrets simply came pouring out.
"A couple days ago, Mr. Fillmore gave Sophie a ring, she can buy it for five dollars, it's a beautiful ring, Sophie's friend Ashley stole Ken, her last boyfriend, we hate Ashley now, Ashley is not a real friend, Ken wasn't a real boyfriend, he was a lousy kisser anyhow, she loves the yellow bug, it drives like a dream, college is much more fun than high school, Kyle is coming over for dinner on Sunday, she hopes he likes her, she thinks he does,"

October 10 (Socks CDXLVIII)

"When does she write?"
"Most times, at the end of the day."
"What does she write?"
"I won't tell."
"Why?"
"It's personal."
"What does that mean?"
"She writes so that she can read it to herself later, not for everyone else."
"Ah come on, give us an example."
The peer pressure was on.
"OK. One thing, then you leave me alone. Promise to leave me alone?"
They used their unisons to make promise.
"Last October tenth, she wrote that a new guy, Kyle started at work. She wrote that he's cute. She reads that page at least once a week."

Daily Diary (Socks CDXLVII)

While Goody Brush was explaining blush, foundation, and mascara, she had seen it all.
"What are you looking at?"
"I'm not sure. What are you?"
"I'm a diary. A five year diary."
"Is five years long?"
"At first I thought so, but now I have only one year, two hundred seven days left."
"Left? For?"
"You talk strange. She writes in me everyday."
Daily Diary had to explain the process of recording the day's events. Now the others were listening.
"Sophie wasn't writing, she was reading."
"Sometimes she reads a while before she writes. Sometimes she falls asleep while reading."

Make Up (Socks CDXLVI)

Goody Brush told of the make up that was on the dresser. She had noticed that the color that was put on the eyes was the same color that was put on the finger nails.
"That's why we call her Match."
Now Rar took over, and told that story,
Then Goody Brush resumed her tale, and revealed how make up was applied.
Everyone was so wrapped up in the yarn that they ignored the book that Sophie had put on the bed, all except the cord. He had been listening to Goody Brush, but kept his eye on the book.

Emery (Socks CDXLV)

"There's a nail file over there."
"What's his name?"
"HER name is Emery. She came with four others. We've seen this before, they don't stay too long. One of the others from the pack will take her place, and we'll call her, or him Emery also."
"Isn't that confusing?"
"Not really, most of them keep to themselves. It's not that they're antisocial, they just don't have a lot to say. Besides, it's like I said, they don't stay long."
"Do they recycle?"
Goody Brush had never heard of recycling, so it had to be explained.
"Maybe they go to Landfill."

Goody Brush (Socks CDXLIV)

Lar had seen one of these before, "Pretty had made use of things like this."
Sunbeam looked the object over, having never seen one.
"What's your job?"
"I keep hair untangled."
The cord spoke up, "I get tangled."
"Could you keep my cord untangled?"
The brush looked at the cord.
"I don't think so. He's too thick and coarse."
The brush further explained her duties.
"What's your name?"
"The objects on the dresser call me Goody Brush."
They wanted to know about the other objects on the dresser.
"There is Goody Comb. We work together to keep the hair untangled."

Wake Up (Socks CDXLIII)

The objects lost interest in Sophie for a while, and talked among themselves. They were brought back to attention when Sophie's feet slipped off the bed, and hit the floor.
Sophie looked around the room, then at her watch. She stood, stretched, and tossed the book on the bed. She went to the dresser and picked something up. As she walked across the room, and stood in front of the window, Sophie pulled the object through her hair.
From the other room, "Sophie."
"Just a second, Mom."
Sophie tossed the object next to all the others, and left the room.

More Unisons (Socks CDXLII)

"Who's Sophie?"
"Match."
"Why didn't you speak so?"
"New Mom calls her Sophie."
"She calls her Honey too."
They forgot about their task until, "Let's try to get Sophie's attention."
"Ok, everybody got their unisons ready."
"On three. One. Two. Three."
All four objects yelled their unisons.
"Hey!"
"Over here!"
"Wooo!"
"Hold it. This is doing no good."
"Why?"
"Look at Sophie."
Sophie was still sitting in the chair with her feet up on the bed, but now the book was in her lap. Her head was down, chin to chest. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was rhythmic.

Plan B (Socks CDXLI)

"Ok get ready. When Mom walking in, everybody yell their unisons."
"We're ready."
The door opened, a woman came in and began to talk with Match.
"That's not Mom." Yet Match called her Mom. Now Mom was calling Match by a different name. Sometimes she called her Honey, sometimes she called her Sophie. This was really confusing.
"Let's call her New Mom."
Everyone agreed.
The plan still had not been enacted.
"Should we try to yell for New Mom?"
"Why not?"
While they were getting ready, New Mom left the room.
"Now what do?"
"Maybe we can try with Sophie."