Wednesday, September 1, 2010
"How many kids do you want to have when you grow up?" Jane and I snuggle, nose to nose. Bedtime. She kisses my cheek.
"A hundred," she says.
I smile into the dark, "Me too." A hundred! She squeezes my hand between her two, kisses the knuckle. Her top-bunk creaks.
"Yeah," she says, "but I don't think it's gonna happen for either of us."
I watch her mussy curls, "Why is that?"
"Because," she says, "I don't know of anyone who has that many."
She rolls on her back. I scoot into the pillow, and we weave the loose ends of the day.
Later, I tiptoe down the hall full of sleep and hope tomorrow is so good.