He
didn't sound like a bear.
His voice, whiskey smooth and low, curled her toes, and
when he sang his little ditties shivers crawled along her spine.
His voice conveyed sexy, his words portrayed caring.
Her imagination conjured breath-stopping handsome.
Chastising
herself for such a schoolgirlish notion, Paige stuck her head
around the family room door.
"Jamie, put your shoes on.
Daddy'll be here in a few minutes."
"Mo-om,
Bidwell's on."
And
nothing on earth, not even a trip to the zoo with his father,
would keep Jamie Holbrook from his daily date with Bidwell Bear.
What
did the man under the fuzzy
bear costume look like?
The question nagged every time she heard the Bidwell
Bear theme song.
So often voices didn't match the mental image they proclaimed.
Good old lovable Bidwell was most likely a balding fellow,
whose paunch was camouflaged by his costume's thick artificial
fur.
"You
can put your shoes on and watch Bidwell at the same time."
A
toe-tapping rhythm emanated from the television set.
"Mom, watch this!
Bidwell's gonna dance and do a flip.
Watch, Mom. He's
way cool."
Intrigued
in spite of herself, Paige perched on the edge of the couch, her
gaze trained on the screen.
How could anyone wearing a bulky suit move with such grace?
Bidwell sang, bidding his young fans to share and play
fair while he executed a terrific soft-shoe and emphasized his
lesson by turning a back flip.
His electric blue, Greek fisherman's cap dropped to the
floor. The long vest
slid up to his armpits.
How he kept from getting tangled in the poppy red garment,
she'd never know. The
image of a well-honed athlete flashed through her mind.
"Didya
see him, Mom?" Jamie's
eyes, blue as the Nebraska sky on a clear summer day, sparkled.
Not
for the first time, Paige thanked her lucky stars that Jamie had
chosen such a lovable, worthy idol.
The Bidwell Bear Show
was fun, fast-paced and informative, geared to the limited attention
span of a pre-schooler.
In Jamie's mind,
the TV character's word was gospel.
Jamie
shook her knee. "Mo-om!
Didya see Bidwell flip?"
"Sure
did. Now, please
put your shoes on."
Jamie
shoved his feet in battered sneakers and pulled on the laces.
"I make rabbit ears, right?"
"That's
right--" The doorbell
chimed.
*
* *
That
afternoon, Paige made her way through the crowd of proud parents
and excited graduates looking for her favorite students to tell
them good-bye.
"Ms.
Holbrook!"
The
Vice Principal's voice sounded urgent.
"Yes, Mr. Bentley?"
"Your
father called. There's
been an accident. Jamie's
hurt badly. They've
taken him to the Med Center."