July 21, 2005
She whispers "load up the car, chick, and go for a drive..."
And I look left and right, and then peer at the drugs the nice doctor gave me.
She whispers "it's time for a tall glass of iced tea and some girltalk.."
I check my calendar, quiet-like, before anyone notices that I have some openings. Shhhh.
She whispers "you know you want to..."
There's an old friend, who moved to where the corn grows tall and that shed out back is called a 'barn'. Where sun tea brews on the back porch, and dogs bark as the sprinklers spray. Where her gaggle of small boys run through the grass and "going into town" is a half-hour's drive. She sends me an email, reminding me that I perennially promise to visit.
I grin at Bear, wrinkling my nose. He grins back.
"We're going on adventure," I tell him, as I tuck him into bed.
He nods, and I nod back.
"OK," he says. "You drive. I'll be the navigator."
"OK," I agree.
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