Brenda's Buzz

Now, Brenda, a widow of seventy-four, heard odd little

beeps from her dressing drawer. It started one night near quarter to two.

A chirp, then a buzz, then a sort of whoo-whoo. She thought it

was mice or perhaps her alarm, but her clock sat in silence, doing no harm.

And the sound kept on coming at night, never day, from deep in

the drawer near the lavender spray. She told her friend Mabel, who said with

a grin, "Perhaps something's buzzing you used back when." "Oh no," said

Brenda, "Those days are behind. My drawers are for socks,