The Julian Game
“I’d read it and replaced it, but then a couple of days later, I’d brought it to her.
“Oh, right.” She’d closed her eyes. “My fantasy bucket list. May I add to it one hot cuppa Lipton with two sugars?”
And then she’d smiled broadly when I delivered the Styrofoam cup of tea. “Sometimes I think it’s these little uplifts that count the most.” Her tone an attempt to fill up the hopeless inadequacy between all that we wanted and what we’d been given instead.
The next summer, Dad and I had picked Wald...en Pond for our vacation. We’d rented the canoe and let it drift us, and we’d sung Mom’s favorites—unfortunately, a lot of Manilow since Mom was the original fangirl, along with some No Doubt and Bob Marley, and then her fave, a Herman’s Hermits golden oldie that still gets a lot of rotation at our local Fresh Fields supermarket.
“ ‘Somethin’ tells me I’m into something good (Somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’) . . . ’ ”
And then we’d watched the sun go down with the tune still in our ears.MoreLess
“Oh, right.” She’d closed her eyes. “My fantasy bucket list. May I add to it one hot cuppa Lipton with two sugars?”
And then she’d smiled broadly when I delivered the Styrofoam cup of tea. “Sometimes I think it’s these little uplifts that count the most.” Her tone an attempt to fill up the hopeless inadequacy between all that we wanted and what we’d been given instead.
The next summer, Dad and I had picked Wald...en Pond for our vacation. We’d rented the canoe and let it drift us, and we’d sung Mom’s favorites—unfortunately, a lot of Manilow since Mom was the original fangirl, along with some No Doubt and Bob Marley, and then her fave, a Herman’s Hermits golden oldie that still gets a lot of rotation at our local Fresh Fields supermarket.
“ ‘Somethin’ tells me I’m into something good (Somethin’ tells me I’m into somethin’) . . . ’ ”
And then we’d watched the sun go down with the tune still in our ears.MoreLess
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