Thump! Thump! Thump! Someone was at my bedroom door.
I froze. I was 11. And dressed in a flower power dress with a green wig on my head. I had just smeared the final layer of Mom's lipstick around my lips. My knee-high socks doubled as moon boots.
Meet your Cosmic Flight Attendant! I had announced to a cabin of teddy bears.
I served them tea. And they liked my swagger.
Mom didn't normally come home from her secretary job before 5. The kitty clock blinked 4:35.
The door thumped again. Whoever could it be?