Where We Meet Again by Wilson A. M

Author:Wilson, A. M.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Needless to say, I cancel my date with Nathan. I text Law to tell him so, but don’t know if he got it, because he doesn’t respond.

Law’s back on my shit list.

I don’t know if shit lists usually include people you had sex with, but mine does.

And he’s the only person on it.

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The following day is Thanksgiving, and Evelyn and I spend it the way we always do. Since it’s always been just the two of us, I felt silly early on trying to cook a big Thanksgiving meal. I created a solution that held true to the meaning of the holiday.

I learned a lot during my childhood about poverty. My parents didn’t have much, and when they died, Ritchie and I had even less. I learned to work hard through circumstance, and used the knowledge to create a life for my daughter where she didn’t have to worry about money, food, or necessities like I did. That meant I had to do what I could to teach her about working hard in other ways, by donating our time and talents to those who didn’t have what we did.

Three times a year I require her to do something selfless, and apart from Thanksgiving, the choice is hers.

This last summer, she donated thirty hours of her time to community clean up by picking up trash, and earlier last spring, she volunteered during activity-time at the local adult group home.

Thanksgiving I reserved to volunteer together at the soup kitchen one town over and provide meals to those in our county who can’t afford to buy their own. Throughout the day, the volunteers stagger their breaks and eat their Thanksgiving meal with the people who come to see us.

I hope to teach her not only to be kind and helpful to those less fortunate but also the humility to see them as the people they are. To not judge based on circumstance. Each person has their own individual story.

Distracted by the holiday, I don’t even notice the silence from Law until after my appointment on Friday. The doctor clears me from the crutches and instructs me to tape my foot and start some stretches for my ankle. The silence from him registers when I pull up our text thread on my cell.

What am I supposed to do?

I don’t want to seem needy by reaching out when he clearly hasn’t thought of me. Rather than come across as something I’m not, I text Kiersten my good news, tuck my phone back in my purse, and drive home to get my girl. Tonight, Evelyn and I get our mani-pedis.

I go to bed with a heavy heart and without a text.

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