Something shifted between us.
Arthur slowly placed his hand on the table, palm up.
I looked at it.
Then I placed mine in his.
I stayed in Australia three weeks longer than planned.
Arthur showed me places tourists rarely visited.
We listened to old records.
Ate terrible sandwiches near the beach.
And one afternoon, he took me to the lake where he and Robert had stayed as young men.
The cottage was gone.
The water remained.
Standing beside Arthur on the shore, I said,
“I thought coming here would make me sad.”
“Does it?”
“A little.”
Then I smiled.
“But not only sad.”
I didn’t cancel the rest of my trip.
Arthur joined me for two stops.
Then I continued alone.
Eventually, my children began calling again.
Karen apologized first.
Melissa admitted that my leaving had forced her to realize how much she depended on me.
David took longer.
