[ WP ] Tell me a story , any story , but you may only say what DID N'T happen . Good luck .

I didn ’ t tell her that she ’ d missed the bottom button on her sweater and had misaligned its ladder of pearls. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t tell her that it was Wednesday, not Saturday. 
 
 
 When she suggested, wild-eyed, that we cut across the back fence and abscond with the neighbor ’ s sled, I didn ’ t tell her that it was July and there ’ d be no snow for months. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t tell her about the can opener in the freezer or the faucet left running in the tub. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t see the need. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t tell her that Carson wouldn ’ t be on tonight or that Dad wouldn ’ t be coming home for supper. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t ask her to call me Susan instead of Betty, and I didn ’ t mind when she grasped my hand with both of hers and told me how pleased she was to make my acquaintance. 
 
 
 When she asked me, sniffling, shaking in her bathrobe in the darkened hallway if I could take her back to her mother ’ s house, I didn ’ t tell her that she was already home. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t tell her that while her world had become frozen in time, mine seemed to have accelerated as her lost years merged into my own. 
 
 
 I didn ’ t have the heart.
