“… tized?”
Corey looks at me with his owly glass’d eyes and says, “Why do you ask?”
The elevator doors open as the all-girls’ track team jogs by, chests proudly thrust out with the grinning Chester on the front and “Cool Chester Says Run Your Fastest” on the back.
I drop Corey off at music class, and, Chester in hand, return to my office, where I read the quote on the wall:
Welcome O Life! I go to encounter for the
millionth time the reality of experience and
to forge in the smithy of my soul the
uncreated conscience of my race…
Old father, old artificer stand me now and
ever in good stead.
As I watch the gophers playing in the sun, Joanie asks, “Where have you been?”
I scratch my shoulder. “Why do you ask?”