Meemaw
June MacCord is not without technological savvy. She has the Facespaces, the TicketyTockies, and the InstantGratification apps all ready to go. What June MacCord does not have, however, is the patience—and time—required to unfreeze the browser when it lags.
A brief wind gust, and suddenly, June MacCord is pressing the “add to cart” button relentlessly. Despite her determination, the number remains stuck at zero.
In frustration, June throws the phone away from her just as her granddaughter and her beau walk through the door.
June’s attention leaves the disobedient website and focuses on the couple in front of her. There’s something drawn in both of their faces, something that wasn’t there before they left.
Alarm bells blare in her mind. “What did you do?” She levels a glare at her neighbor. “Why is my Brooke upset?”
The neighbor sighs as the granddaughter turns to him. “I’ll handle it. I’m fine. Really.” The young man looks as if he doesn’t believe her, but he turns to leave anyway.
“Goodbye, Miss June,” he calls softly as he steps over the threshold and out of the house.
June turns her attention back to her granddaughter. “Tell me everything.” She pats the spot on the faded floral sofa beside her.
The granddaughter sinks into the couch and launches into her tale of dating woes.
June is so engrossed in the tale and consoling her granddaughter that no one notices when the phone sinks into the crack between the cushions and the back of the sofa. And neither of them notices that the “add to cart” button has unfrozen and is now in the hundreds.
June pulls her granddaughter in for a hug, and in the shifting of the couch and weight distribution, the side button to confirm the order has been pressed—twice.