A Lag Occurred
It was nevertheless a form of happiness that I dug into. The book about my teacher could finally be read. I had been avoiding it these nine years, my personality more in the making than I'd like to admit.
The above can not possibly be understood without detecting a slight shift in the mood of my current project. It is about asking permission that I will never receive. So, in order to proceed, it is just that which is required--slogging on ahead. At work, in my role as teacher, I blocked insults left and right. The usual ones and the not so usual ones. Stop bullying now came from my lips at just the right time. Another thing I said was that I was married and far to old to __ __ck. Fill in the blank. It is my favorite comeback although is a crazy risk to say, after all. After all that has happened.
What do I miss most about Montana? another detective recently asked. I could only think fast enough to say the cold air. I did not mention his green eyes, straw hair, long legs and then white teeth. When I hear "Montana" I think of Hank and Hank only. Oh, where o where did I put my wedding ring?
No one's ever old enough or too old, all risks are and aren't worth taking.
ReplyDeleteTo be a teacher detective -- that sounds like a noble calling.
To be doing your detective work in Hawaii -- ah, sigh!