Timing is everything.
Last Sunday Paul and I were enjoying the prospect of a life without B. Windows open during summer nights. Gardening without the fear of B wanting to talk. Usually about some hare-brained scheme that would 'fly under the radar'. Hanging laundry without the fear of B wanting to talk. Sitting in our yard without the fear of B wanting to talk.
We weren't alone in picturing
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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