"Frozen Goodness in a '65 Malibu Window (Laurel in the Shadows)"
When I was little, my Gramma would sometimes treat me and my big sister to a twin pop from that little store down at the corner on 340. Cherry was my favorite, but Ingrid liked the orange ones. Gramma would leave the wrapper on and crank up the driver's side window on her old Malibu, splitting the popsicle in two and giving a half to each of us. She'd always joke, "It's a good thing your momma didn't have any more babies, 'cause they don't make triplet pops". We'd giggle as our little tongues turned colors and icy goodness melted into the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in our tummies.
Now any time I see old style twin pops in a convenience store, I'll buy one (orange if they have 'em), thinking some about Gramma, but more about my sister. With Ingrid gone, I take my time, enjoying it all, keeping the two halves together as long as I can before they eventually melt themselves apart.