| & |
|
|
"It's nine, Little One. Hungry?" "Starved." We ate breakfast in silence. Not a strained silence; this was one of those comfortable moments in time when everything makes sense. I was just finishing up my cup of coffee when she spoke. "I was worried that you would never drop by here, Little One" "I almost didn't. A friend convinced me to give it a try." "A friend? Who?" "Kevin Miller. He's in a few of my classes here at college. Real nice guy. Flaky about this honor thing, though." We talked like a mother and daughter would talk if they were best friends. While I still remembered the night before, this was totally refreshing. It also bothered me slightly. So I asked her about it.
"This may sound strange, but..." "Honey, I'm about as liberal as they come. What happens at night ONLY happens at night. During the day, I'm just a fifty-two year old woman living out her dying days in relative peace and quiet. Hell... I even have three beautiful children walking around this planet.