Golda and the Right Letter

Golda put on her glasses and sat on the sofa. On the table was a note with one big letter. Golda smiled. “Let’s Walk and find what it means!” She packed a small milk and some wet wipes. Outside, she went to the right, past a potted plant. Her foot went tap-tap on the path. At the bakery, the baker leaned closer. “That letter is P,” he said. “P is for pumpkin pie.” Golda used the wet wipes, then shared a warm slice with her friend at a little table. On the way home, she carried a tiny plant for their table, and the letter P felt friendly now.