It had been raining hard earlier in the day, and I remarked to Emil that I was sure glad we had this nice big window to look through while we sat at the table.
“I like the green,” he said. A man after my own heart, that one.
Emil phones me every Thursday night unless he’s got another engagement. When I told him I’d be away for a week, he wondered if he should call me in Kelowna.
I don’t phone people when they’re on a holiday. I figure leave them alone, they’re trying to get away from it all! So I told him don’t call; phone your dad instead, or phone Scott, or your brother.
“But will you miss me when you’re gone?” he wondered.
If I said yes, he’d say (as he has many times) “I don’t miss you.”
I won’t, I said. Sometimes I don’t see you for two weeks, and that’s when I’m home; one week is nothing.
But, I thought, I’ll try to remember to phone him on Thursday night. Just because he’ll be surprised and probably pleased.
Emil will be 30 this month. Best thing I ever made, this boy.
Lorna, Birdie: Too late. Clown shoes went into the garbage.