Tragic? Tragic?! She thinks. He hasnít seen tragic yet. He has no idea what tragic is. Or how very, very tragic she can be, if she sets her mind to it. But heís about to find out. The hard way.
She flings herself on the couch, screaming and beating the upholstery with both her fists. He is unmoved. Ignoring the sound and the fury, he pours another cup of coffee and goes back to reading the morning newspaper.
Eventually, she stops.
Itís so hard being four.
Iím glad to get home.
He might have gone up to town and visited a gallery, maybe the Tate or the National, or gone for a walk on Wimbledon Common. He would almost certainly have done some gardening, spring being so near and his garden being so near to his heart.
Whenever I visited him, one of the first things we did was take a tour of the garden, with Dad pointing out new additions. At breakfast, we'd watch the birds in the garden while we had our toast and coffee and planned the pleasures of the day.
I wonder what Bill Clinton will be called if Hillary is elected. First Gentleman sounds like a minor character in a Shakespeare play, and Adam already has the First Man title.
It occurs to me that pretty much my whole life is courtesy of Craigslist. Thatís where I found the house Iím renting and the car I bought. Where I sold the stuff that couldnít fit in my tiny house. Where I find tickets for sold-out events. I wonder if I can place an ad for a more glamorous life and get that, too.
She was beautiful, but had lost her looks.
She was old inside, but young outside.
She was a realist, but she dared to dream.
She was wise, but made foolish decisions.
She was a harsh judge, but only toward herself.
She was in despair, but kept on going.
She was unknown to those who knew her best, but their hearts held no secrets from her.
She was the youngest in the family, but the most responsible of all.
She was longing to hand over the burden, but didnít trust anyone enough.
It only occurred to me after he began working that maybe I should have asked the landlords first whether they mind having their back porch screened in. I canít imagine theyíd object, but if they do, I can always have it taken down before I move. In the meantime, the screens will keep the bugs out and the cats in.