Sitting outside at our picnic table, after breakfast last weekend, I look up at Lev's window, wanting him to open it and blow that plastic blue horn he has, or shoot a BB, or just say hi. Suddenly I hear bass guitar. My heart leaps. Then I realize that Jaal is playing the bass. I sit outside listening for about half an hour until he stops. I am so glad that Jaal is playing bass, yet so disappointed that it wasn't Lev coming back.
The phone rings, and the caller is labeled "blocked." Lev blocked his number in May, so it was always him.
Watching the stairs, waiting for him to come down.
The shoes, those damn shoes. Will they really never be worn?
