Corryn asked recently why I leave her house all the time. She also asked why I am always at the Potomac Mills mall. This last time I was picked up, after slugging to the mall, she went very silent after her inquiring greeting.
When I pointed out that she was very quite, I noticed that Corryn was unusually focused. For a brief moment I thought she was studying my face. When she reached out and touched the lump above my right cheek, those suspicions were confirmed.
Corryn smiled wryly, and I asked if it felt weird. She agreed. I laughed and took her hand and forced her to touch the plastic piece inserted at the side of my head. I don’t think she realized what it was that I was trying to get her to feel or how weird it is.
Posted by Michael at June 23, 2004 10:05 PM