My New Hat

My neighbors are still teasing me about not looking like myself without my straw hat.
"I miss it too!" I said.
"We have one for you" and promised to drop it on my porch.
"Thanks so much, my head is huge," I warn, knowing that only a mens hat fits me.

Last night Bill and I took a stroll downtown with Lily at dusk and a lady in a silver Saturn sedan drove up "Excuse me, miss?" she said and held a straw hat out her window. It was Sylvia, handing me my new straw hat.
"Sylvia is your fairy Godmother," Bill said and I had to agree.