Can You Promise Me Something? Essay
“Promise me you’ll wipe the extra ice cream off my face before we leave.”
Celia instantly relaxed and began laughing.
“You know,” said Shawn, his tone heavy with sarcasm, “it’s rude to laugh at people. Especially those with disabilities.”
Celia gasped dramatically. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing! I am appalled that you hold such an unfavorable opinion of me.”
It was Shawn’s turn to laugh, “Nice vocabulary you got there.”
“Thanks,” said Celia, still joking. “It’s new.”
Shawn’s smile widened again. “I see. Not literally, of course,” Shawn laughed to himself. “Tell me what this new vocabulary can do.”
“It can do anything,” said Celia, tauntingly.
“You want to bet?”
“I don’t gamble.”
“I think you’re just being a chicken.”
“Me? Chicken? Oh, no,” Celia leaned forward with her forearms on the table. “No, I just don’t want to prove you wrong again.”
“Is that so?” Shawn playfully asked.
“Alright,” said Shawn, “I propose a challenge. I’ve been told that it is impossible to describe colors. Now, I don’t know what color is but, if this vocabulary of yours can make me understand what it is and what it’s like, I will… I don’t know… do… something.”
“Challenge accepted,” Celia proudly stated.
As she began looking around the tiny ice cream parlor for inspiration, Celia…