This officially sucks. I tried to convince him not to go. I even offered to take care of him for the rest of my life if he just quit his job and stayed home. I said I could get a second job at Tasty Freeze and we could live on ice cream and love. He didn’t buy it. (I think because there is no Tasty Freeze in Seattle…)
A few moments ago I heard a horn honk; it was John Roderick in a big old van sitting outside to take my husband away. And like that he was gone. Whisked away to the airport and then on to Paris.
Listen: God or whoever is running this show, you keep him safe, you make this time go quickly and you bring him home to me happy and healthy! I’ve got my eye on you!
Now Darian goes next to visit grandpa for a few weeks. As I type this I am reconsidering letting her go. I don’t think I have ever been in my apartment alone for very long in my whole life! It is too quiet!
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