Take a Walk with Me

The phone rings, the stories roll in and out, the proposals ping and pong, and my son comes into my office, late.

"Hey, Mom," he says. "You know how you were asking me what one last thing I'd want to do before I leave for school?"

"Yes?" I say.

"I figured it out."

"Okay, shoot." Atlantic City, I start thinking. A day-trip into Philly. A dinner at Tango. I'll move the mountains of this schedule to make room for any of those, for he returns to school on Sunday, when my heart will break again.

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