A crusty stable manager, an ethereal health-food store owner, me and my boys – what did we all have in common?
“You said we’d go horseback riding. And Sunday comes and you’re sleeping. Is that what horseback riding is? Sleeping? Riding a horse means riding a horse!”
Then it got funny because he started up with an imitation. Fanning the air the same way I do when the kids have gotten to me he said in a raspy whisper eyes half-shut “Okay that’s enough. Not now. Mommy’s tired. Leave Mommy alone.”
I awoke to my lot. “Come back in an hour Dov okay? Give me till eight-thirty.”
“Oooooh!” my son yelled back “One hour? Do you know what one hour means?” His fists found his hips again. “I’m asking you a question!”
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