“Hi,” I said, extending my hand. “You must be Madolyn’s mom. Caitlyn just adores her! I’m glad they’re in the same class.” You looked up with a slight smile on your face — very slight — held my gaze for a few seconds, and then looked away.
I wanted to see the man who gave his late father’s house to his ex-wife. Just handed over the keys, even though your kids are nearly grown and it’s really a gift just for her. She’s usually the one giving. I was glad to shake your hand.
You’ve asked me to your church before, several times, but there’s no way I can go or explain why politely. Your beliefs are too fundamentalist for me, and the church is mind-bogglingly enormous with a half dozen flags snapping in the breeze outside. Six Flags Over Jesus.
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What I do today is important because I’m exchanging a day of my life for it. — F.W. Simerson
What I do today is important because I’m exchanging a day of my life for it.
