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Show Moon -136 "To make a killing at a street fair?" I laugh, enjoying his adroit calling up the memory of our first meeting. There's a long silence, and then he says, "I've been thinking." I wait a little anxiously, for he isn't given to this sort of preamble. He continues in a voice that sounds slow and careful compared to New York staccato speech, "I've been thinking that there's something you haven't told me." I feel a rush of alarm, wondering if he's stumbled onto a secret. I can't think what to say, except to say truthfully, "I'm sorry you think that." "Never mind. Thinking isn't my long suit anyway." He laughs. "I've decided to add a room to our house. Cathedral ceiling, light coming in from everywhere. And beams. I've salvaged some great ones from an old barn." From here, this is hard to visualize. The farm seems oddly remote. "Well? It could be your studio, or maybe a new bedroom for us." "Why would we need a second bedroom?" "I don't know. It's just an idea." Another pause. I search for some nice words. "You have good ideas." / "Speaking of good ideas, Windfall misses you." "She probably doesn't really, but it's a nice thought." He's silent. I'm inexplicably tired and need to give him some words that will help him feel ready to hang up. "Give her a hug for me. Hug yourself for me, too, okay?" "Okay. I love you." "Me too, you." |
