I’ll tell you, there’s nothing harder than waiting for someone who’s already gone.
I watch as Margaret bustles about the small kitchen (the woman must have an award someplace for being the fastest housekeeper this side of the Pacific), and I try to focus all my attention on the document resting on the dining table. It’s always important documents here and there; something to take care of, or something to finish up. But it’s just a bit difficult to keep my mind on the things at hand.
