The Little Friends

By: Lori Mayfield (View Profile)

I checked my wallet to see if any cash was missing. All there. Credit cards, all in order. My jewelry, ditto. Initially, the idea of someone stealing the little friends seemed unthinkable. 

The phone rang. It was Vic who, not surprisingly had missed his plane. He wouldn’t be there until the next morning. When he called the next morning to tell me he’d meet me mid-slope once he got in, I broke the news about the little friends. I hadn’t realized it was the first of the month and he took it for an April Fool’s joke. When he joined me on the chairlift, he leaned in to kiss me and I turned to let him kiss me on the cheek. “You’re still mad? You’re not going to even kiss me?” He said, “How ‘bout Liddo Lamb will she kiss me?”

“They’re gone.” He gave me a look of disbelief. “Yes, Really.” We sat silently the rest of the chairlift ride up.

We slept with our backs to each other that night. The next morning when it finally sunk in I wasn’t kidding about it not being an April Fool’s joke, Vic wanted to know if I had called anyone. “You mean like the police?” I said.

“Well, no but hotel security or management.” He said, implying I’d been careless to not have gotten on the trail sooner.

“What do I say? The little friends have been abducted? Send out an amber alert?” I placed the call to the front desk. “Yes, it seems there’s been a theft in my room.” They wanted more particulars. “Uh well,” I grasped. “They were little uh, small toys I guess you’d call them. A finger puppet, a stuffed Santa, a wooden turtle….” I went on. “No sir, we don’t have any children in the room.” “The value? You mean the monetary value? Oh, I don’t know about twenty-five dollars, but they hold sentimental value.” I grew embarrassed taking such a serious tone about what he seemingly noted as insignificant items.

He dismissively said he’d check with housekeeping and get back with me. I went on to explain how I’d left them on a tray that might have been viewed as hotel trinkets you might find in a happy meal. Perhaps the maids at a moment’s glance thought the room didn’t indicate children, didn’t know I hadn’t already seen the welcome plate and thought I’d never be the wiser if said missing toys were absent. I babbled on hoping if I didn’t sound too accusatory, I’d give them an out to cop to lifting the little friends. The manager informed me these housekeepers had already left for the season and were headed to their native Guatemala.

3 readers liked this story.
bookmarks
Comments
posted: 06.29.2008
Scarlett
I understand... me and my ex boyfriend had similar little friends too. Their innocent faces always made everything ok again after a fight. still till this day, I can't look at them, but when I do, it brings back all the bittersweet memories. Sometimes, we need to remember what was there to move on.
posted: 09.28.2007
Shyla Batliwalla
I absolutely adore this story. I wish it did have a happier ending. I agree with Natalie, bad voo-doo vibes to whoever stole your little friends. Thank you for sharing your story.
posted: 09.28.2007
Natalie Josef
I hope whoever took your little friends has had to deal with some bad karma. This story hurt my heart. The smallest things can mean so much. If this was a novel I was reading, I would be rooting for you guys to get back together. Sorry for your loss; thanks for the story.
posted: 04.12.2007
Nadya Ichinomiya
Bittersweet and memorable.
It feels good to write.

Your stories, musings, and advice are welcome here. We know you've got something to share, so jump in—maybe get a little famous. And don't worry—you can save a draft!

most liked
Loader_buff
Other topics you might appreciate
Relationships Body & Soul Style Parenting