Friday, October 17, 2008:
Sharon and the littles are gone. I ask Sarah and Drew if I can take them out for dinner. “Don’t you want to make anything?” asks Sarah, gratefully. (Cf. The First Wok, that one time.) We end up at the Bombay House. I make some conversational stabs and forays. Little by little they respond, open up. By the ride back Drew is reminiscing in apparent free association about random happy events in our lives. Isn’t that a sure sign of happiness, the inclination to soak and pickle one’s self in pleasant pasts? Sarah is volunteering things too. Lots of laughter. Terrific.
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