At 10:00 a.m. Gary finally closed and locked the door of the farmhouse on Plock Road. From the time his aunt collapsed before Thanksgiving until this morning he lived in that old house with very few breaks. Today he drove home through snow to find himself once more home.
So it's back to our lives, but setting up new schedules and making new plans.We live together, yet have separate lives. Tonight he is sitting in his lovely office, working at his computer to work out our summer camping.
Me, I'm downstairs writing with a cup of tea he made for me, eating the chocolate covered graham crackers he bought.
Like me, he keeps expecting a black and white cat to pop in to see him, but of course Rascal, like is aunt, is no more.
I wonder what happens next.
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