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September 9, 2010
The school bus stops outside the window of her dressing room. Children in warm jackets and boots, clamber aboard. Its her signal to grab a sweater and scramble into the car. He fills her travel mug with fresh coffee, and hugs her goodbye. Grinning, a twinkle in her eye, she breaks into a chorus of; Im off to be the wizard! which cracks him up.

His laughter lingers in her ears as she navigates the side street, slowing as a cat crosses out of the rain. She imagines future evenings of returning at days end to a warm, fall fire.