Shira tried to understand the woman who raised her husband. She just couldn’t
“Idon’t remember why I was lonely, or even if I was.” —John Green, The Anthropocene Reviewed, Ep #22
Chippewa Park was exactly what she was looking for. Only a few blocks from the house, a little playground and field, no place to really get lost or run too far, perfect for a four-year-old, two-year-old, and expectant mom.
The only problem Shira had with it was why she had to find it herself.
“I don’t remember,” Ephraim had said in the morning as he brushed Danish crumbs off his slacks and checked his sleeve cuffs to see if his watch peeked out. First day of orientation. He was distracted and nervous, though playing macho, Shira could tell. But really, he couldn’t remember a single park or playground near where he grew up?
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