Sweet-racer

“Hi Isabelle, I know you’re about to close for the day but… what the heck?” Cookie pinched her nose “Oh, hi Cookie!” Isabelle giggled in a way that kind of reminded Cookie of a kindergartener “Look what I found at the beach! There was this basket floating and it had a bunch of these inside!” She held up a white flower with two large petals. “Ugh, Isabelle that flower stinks!” Cookie said, fanning the air “Yeah, that’s what I thought at first too, but it kind of smells nice after a little while.” Isabelle said “And look, lots of prunes to eat!” She held up a ripe, purple fruit about the size of her palm. “Isabelle I’m just here for a few papers.” Cookie said, pushing them at her. She sniffed the air again. Actually, Isabelle was right. The flowers suddenly didn’t smell so bad. They were still stinky but she almost liked it. “Oh, yeah, sure.” Isabelle bounced, way too chipper. Maybe kindergartener was too old, Isabelle almost seemed closer to a preschooler level of maturity. She