what he brought

She is beautiful.

Outside in her bathrobe, practicing tennis, because she has to get it right.

My dead mother – her grandmother used to play with the pros.  I used to play every day, all summer.  But it took the professor to buy her a racket. He brought that to her life. He brought jelly pancakes and boys night and eating dinner outside. He brought hula-hooping in toy stores and dictator breakfasts, and peeps in the mailbox.

He brought all of that.

May 5, 2011. Uncategorized.