11.9

She was hiding just around the corner. She thought I couldn't see her, and I suppose that's true. I saw her shadow on the wall through the doorway. I was sitting in the half-dark room, sort of reading, sort of dozing off. Everything was quiet. But there she was. Waiting? For what? And then I remembered. Of course.
The anniversary of the Good Day. It was two years ago, wasn't it? And now it's my turn to get swept up in an adventure that she's made, my turn to ride somewhere with a blindfold on, my turn to be aghast at how much of our money she's spent on us. So. That's why we couldn't afford to go to the play last week, and the bookstore yesterday. I was just being blind.
The thought of it was enough to make me laugh.
She must have thought I was distracted, so she poked her head around the door to check. I only caught a glimpse of her, but it's enough to drive me to paroxysms of laughter.

I'm too lucky.