Yesterday evening, Martin had another real phone conversation with Adrian. “Are you still at the office, Daddy? Are you coming home? When do you think you’ll come? I’m good. I’m drawing pictures with Mommy. Okay. ’Bye.”
Last night, as he was floating to Sleepyville, Adrian mumbled, “These last sixty days or so, it’s so different. He’s like a new kid.”
I’ll take it.