Ten.Two Thousand & Fifty-
Monday.
Just the two of them, still sleeping while I make the coffee.
He is already there when I arrive. I take a look around and see all that is not where it’s supposed to be. And where is a manager? And it’s a good thing that something in me said to wear jeans and sneakers to start the day.
Finally, a blue sky.
It’s official.
“All my friends are leaving.” “What about you?”
I settle for an apple and a bag of sour cream and onion chips while I wait. I keep waiting. And I wait some more. There is nothing to be angry about. It just is what it is.
Not as many as I would have liked, but it is a solid group. Once I start sweating, I cannot stop.
He has gone to the movies again. I hear the rustle of fruit snacks in his pocket. He is glad he had a lot of popcorn because he does not want swordfish for dinner. I rub his head. He looks more and more like his older brother every day.
You can do anything you want.
