Sunday, March 2, 2003

Flowing Words

Saturday night. Alligator Grill for some Cajun food. It's Mardi Gras season. The lobby is packed, and the waiting line is long. His blood sugar has crashed after his afternoon run. He can barely muster the energy to speak while they stand there waiting.

Sunday morning. The coffee is made. The comics have been read. She has been up for a long time and is in the kitchen holding the paper in front of her. She does not see him coming to refill his coffee cup. Ooh! she quietly exclaims to herself. Scrapbook pads on sale at Michaels!

Sometimes for him, the words must be pulled out one by one but never for her. For her they always flow.


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