I ruminate on what Karen has told me she likes to do. And what she’s done lately. When I recall her story about a walk with a niece, the answer hits me. want to walk around the lake. There’s no direct path, but I know how to do “You it.” A walk presents a multitude of possibilities. She might stumble, and I would be there to catch her. Our hands or bodies might brush together. Our solitude within nature might lead her to become overwhelmed by passion. I’ve done that with Jerry many times.” “No, I really hate Jerry. And I can’t squander more guesses. I have a clue?” “Can about the tour of the house you took.” “Think What is she getting at? The beauty of the house? Its contents? Its karma? I replay the tour in my head as best I can. And then a text comes in from Stacey along with a picture of her in a new pair of shoes. wearing them to camp today, Daddy!” “I’m As I text out, wonderful Sweetie!” the reminder of Stacey having been “That’s here provides me the answer. want to learn to play the piano,” I blurt out. “You “Stacey’s playing made you realize that.”
I ruminate on what Karen has told me she likes to do. And what she’s done lately. When I recall her story about a walk with a niece, the answer hits me. “You want to walk around the lake. There’s no direct path, but I know how to do it.” A walk presents a multitude of possibilities. She might stumble, and I would be there to catch her. Our hands or bodies might brush together. Our solitude within nature might lead her to become overwhelmed by passion. “No, I’ve done that with Jerry many times.” I really hate Jerry. And I can’t squander more guesses. “Can I have a clue?” “Think about the tour of the house you took.” What is she getting at? The beauty of the house? Its contents? Its karma? I replay the tour in my head as best I can. And then a text comes in from Stacey along with a picture of her in a new pair of shoes. “I’m wearing them to camp today, Daddy!” As I text out, “That’s wonderful Sweetie!” the reminder of Stacey having been here provides me the answer. “You want to learn to play the piano,” I blurt out. “Stacey’s playing made you realize that.”
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