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mallorys_camera"So, do you miss them? Are you lonely yet?" asks Bill.
"No," I say.
I think this answer makes him nervous. They're my family. I should miss them.
And of course I'm lying. I do miss them, miss being tracked, miss the easy intimacy behind closed doors. Miss being able to describe my day in detail. The solitude thang hasn't worked out quite the way I'd hoped – I've gotten absolutely no writing done and when I get panic attacks thinking about the store I'm putting together, I have no one to bounce the anxiety off since the together business woman act demands that I present a Miss Congeniality veneer to the world at all times. I am Entrepreneur! See my perfect white smile flash. Give me money.
From Tustin comes the news that Max has somehow either torn his meniscus or developed tendonitis in his knee. He's depressed. In Pennsylvania, Robin is developing into quite the accomplished equestrian, posting, cantoring and doing backwards somersaults off his English saddle. He's proud. Ben is off to Nova Scotia for the week to visit Berte. Ben and Robin will be back on Bastille Day. I fantasize elaborate menus for their welcome home: Madam LaFarge's Freedom Fries, Eiffel Tower Toast.
"No," I say.
I think this answer makes him nervous. They're my family. I should miss them.
And of course I'm lying. I do miss them, miss being tracked, miss the easy intimacy behind closed doors. Miss being able to describe my day in detail. The solitude thang hasn't worked out quite the way I'd hoped – I've gotten absolutely no writing done and when I get panic attacks thinking about the store I'm putting together, I have no one to bounce the anxiety off since the together business woman act demands that I present a Miss Congeniality veneer to the world at all times. I am Entrepreneur! See my perfect white smile flash. Give me money.
From Tustin comes the news that Max has somehow either torn his meniscus or developed tendonitis in his knee. He's depressed. In Pennsylvania, Robin is developing into quite the accomplished equestrian, posting, cantoring and doing backwards somersaults off his English saddle. He's proud. Ben is off to Nova Scotia for the week to visit Berte. Ben and Robin will be back on Bastille Day. I fantasize elaborate menus for their welcome home: Madam LaFarge's Freedom Fries, Eiffel Tower Toast.
