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by email. I don’t have to get dressed to go
out.”
“You’ve been hiding,” said Cody.
“Hiding? From what?”
Cody shrugged. “You tell me, Mom.”
I took a long look at my son. He was a
smart kid, maybe too smart for my liking at the
moment. He would graduate from high school
the following year and then head to university.
He was about to go off on his own to start his
adult life. I knew that was for the best.
Still, the thought of him moving out
made me feel lonely. My marriage had ended.
My mother had died. I knew people in the
community but couldn’t think of anyone
I wanted to share a pot of tea with. In that
moment I realized just how lonely I was. My
son was right. I had been sad for a long time.
And I
had
been hiding, but from what?
“If you’re going into town, will you
stop at Uncle Doug’s place too?” Cody asked.
