...it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in bacon...mmmmmmm....
Hawk's not making it back from his Texas run, so I ask my mother to get rid of our Varechi tickets for me, which she does. I pick up the sitter anyway.
I thought to drop them all at the library, but it is mysteriously closed for a staff meeting, so they all come home, and I trip over them as I do housework. The kids think I should get out of the house for awhile, which really means "leave us alone with the sitter."
"Where should I go?"
I drive into a wall of indigo, glowing golden at the top. Geese fly overhead, honking, as I step into the parking lot of the Arundel Mills Mall, headed for Off Broadway.
"You've had a stressful day, Mama, what with Papa not making it home for your Date Night. I think you should go shoe shopping."
I'm raising that boy right, I am.