We settled on Columbus, and by great good fortune, landed on an Airbnb in German Village. We immediately decided to retire there someday.
I reached inside my purse for my wallet, to see, I suppose, if an angel had miraculously tucked a fifty into one of its pockets. I knew I hadn’t, sure as death and taxes.
How nice to sit beside you at this table again. Care for some sugar in that coffee? I have flavored creamer if you’d prefer it. I appreciate you bringing scones.
While I waited in an endless line, Aarick finished his purchases and left the store to load them into our vehicle. He was stopped on his way out.
We were fine with being riotous and silly and human and joyful until someone Outside was watching – then, prunes and prisms.
People say you don’t have to worry at all, just trust, but I have never found that secret.