She’s…interesting. Perhaps it’s because I’m used to the people asking me questions having a deep love, or at least a baseline knowledge of the sport, but I find myself trying to anticipate what she’ll ask me next, and I almost never get it right. But maybe most perplexing of all is that I’ve found myself dreading our time together a little less each day. Outside of our time each morning, she’s kept to herself. She’s often walking down by the water or sitting out on the porch of the cabin (not that I’m looking) but otherwise, I could almost pretend she isn’t here. Almost.
