Two cold cups of tea sit on the table in the kitchen.
We thought we'd have two minutes to share these cups of tea together. Two minutes when no one was screaming. When we weren't running sick Henry to the bathroom. When there was no stuff to do.
Somehow, in the midst of the stuff that inevitably needs doing, we collide in the kitchen next to the cups of tea.
Erin: We'll be cats in the next life.
Erin: Yeah. You and me. And we'll live with a really nice family and they'll take great care of us. And you know what we'll do all day?
I am smiling.
Erin: We'll stretch out together in sunny patches. We'll only get up when the sun moves. We'll sleep on all the beds. All the couches. Warm spots on the floor. It'll be lovely. Together.
Me: I love you so damn much.
Her eyes are bright.
Erin: Cats. Remember.
We run off in our different directions. Stuff calls.