She Made Her Cry

I told her I had a business proposition. [...] I heard silence. Then a little mousey peep. I turned my head to see what was happening, and Feruza turned from me and began to sob.

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Start of Day

In the morning, with a cup of coffee in my hand I go out the door to say goodbye. I do this twice.

I do this once to say goodbye to her. With a cup of coffee in my hand and sometimes only slippers on my feet, I go outside to watch her get into her car and close the door and back into the street. We always wave as she drives away.

And I do this again to say goodbye to him. With a cup of coffee in my hand and always by then my shoes upon my feet, I go outside to tell him to have a good day at school. With his backpack and lunch box and his trombone in hand, he walks up the driveway and slowly down the street, sometimes looking back to smile and wave and sometimes not.

And having then said goodbye to the two of them, each day I sit down, with my cup of coffee still in my hand. I sit down at this desk, in front of this computer, beside the window that looks out upon the lawn. I sit down and start my day.

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