April showers bring may powers. Part 4

Alice froze as her coffee cup touched her lips. Her eyes glazed over as her brain went into overdrive.

Did that just happen, she thought.

The pile of clothes that once contained her daughter Lisa seemed to be mocking her.

"Now before Lisa comes back, you need to compose yourself. You can't act like this is weird or you will upset her," Grandma said.

Alice shook her head and blinked. "How did you two do that?" she asked her mother. "Mirrors? Did you use mirrors?"

She set her coffee down and ran her eyes over the entire room. "Strings? Did you use strings?" She cast her gaze downward. "Did you drug my coffee?"

"I didn't know how to tell y..."

"Where is my daughter? Where did she go?" Alice's voice cracked.

"She probably went to my bedroom. At least that's where I told her to go." Grandma set down a little cup full of rain water. "She's supposed to count to one hundred before she returns to the kitchen."

Alice gulped. "What just happened?"

Grandma shared this morning's events with her daughter. She told Alice how Lisa believed she was allergic to rain because of the "you're so sweet, you'd melt" adage, too."

"But," Alice paused, "she didn't melt. She ... teleported? ... Is this a hidden camera show?"

"She has a very active imagination."

"You used to tell me the I-was-made-of-sugar thing all of the time. And I never blinked from site and appeared across town!" Alice's voice was now on it's way to being hysterical.

Grandma forced eye contact. "And you also grew up to be an accountant. You weren't a very imaginative child."

Little Lisa skipped into the room wrapped in a towel. "Mommy! Want to see my magic again?"

Alice shot a horrified look at her own mommy. "Um, no, not right now sweetie. Come here."

The little girl climbed into her mother's lap and the three generations talked about first grade.