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Show Moon - 235 rub up against you, purr sometimes. But much of the time they are asleep or roaming the fields or staring at things through the window we can't even see. Much of what matters to them is private, never shared, or shared only with someone else. I have wanted for so long to know a person better than that, to crack open the walls around our hearts, though I suspect if that happened Td cry, "Whoa! Give me a little space." The young woman goes back into the kitchen. We can hear her slamming cupboards, pulling out pots and pans. The boys and I sit around the cold fireplace. Now that Lee is here we can engage in the ritual of catching up. Caleb is taking a class at the local state university in political science and hopes soon to become a full-time student. They do odd jobs. They still smoke pot, though Caleb tells me he's cutting down because it makes him forget what he's just read. They do not forgive themselves for having missed the great Woodstock concert soon after our mother died. "And we had a cottage so close!" Lee keeps saying. He spends his days practicing the guitar and hopes to become a professional musician, though he won't exactly say this. He certainly has the looks for it, with his fine eyes and dark hair flowing in ripples to his shoulders. Soon they will notice that their era is long gone. Caleb has already begun by going to college. The boys who homesteaded in British Columbia have become lawyers in San Francisco. The girls who crashed in musician's pads are raising their daughters to brush their hair and wash before dinner, are taking classes at night so they, too, can become lawyers. This swing of the pendulum will eventually sweep up my brothers, but the cottage and James's insurance money is allowing them to take their time. |