One-track mind. Sure, I invited Aurora over to check out my window with a view [of cars that sometimes speed through a 4-way stop]. But that was all a flimsy ploy to wrap my fingers around the lapel of her vibrantly colored sweater. Sometimes a boy could just use a little squeeze.
Ricecakes. For the greater part of her visit, she ignored my advances. But we shared a laugh, a ricecake, and invariably a small showdown, whenever I tried to claim ownership of a toy that she happened to be playing with.
For a limited time only! Nearing the end of Aurora's stay, we were released into the gated front room, where we scurried about like ants on a Krispy Kreme. We didn't have much time to dilly-dally. We were in charge of some very important tree-trimming details.