We'd just walked in the front door. It was dark in the hall. I noticed it in the distance.
Lula took a few steps towards it and her jaw dropped to the ground.
"Get on the floor! Get on the floor!" I screamed sounding like a bank robber.
"Lula, go sit on your sister!" That was my next brilliant instruction.
Then I grabbed it and quickly moved it to my closet. Throwing a stack of sweaters over the box on the top shelf.
Somebody is getting a sewing machine for their 8th birthday. Now zip your lips.