Early Days

“Meanwhile, after all my sweating and worrying I’d walk out the door at the end of the day and the kid would be in the exact same spot and sitting position he’d started out in the morning when I showed up.  He hadn’t moved, he hadn’t gotten into anything, he hadn’t somehow lured rattlesnakes or wolverines into the house.  Nothing.  Chuck’s absolute indifference flew in the face of my own panic – hell, the kid probably hadn’t even noticed I’d been there all goddam day.”


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