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In fact, it’s probably the reason I’ve never dared to go out on the long-term relationship limb in the first place

Scrubbing a hand down et ahold of my runaway emotions, I return my focus to the street around ether

I don’t…what’s going on? Isn’t it Monday?

Every few houses, a trash can sits at the curb, a shallow pool of water on top of the lid from an apparent rain shower

Beyond that, at soarage or at the side of the house, a violation of the code of Sunny Creek and then some

What in the hell is going on?

After one more turn, I’m on my dad and Stella’s street, and ain, every foot I drive feels like it co Carly with Betty through theThe walk from the clubhouse, the toilet paper, the first tiym

All of it’s here, in the quiet independent living community that boasts a motto of “Calm waters and clear skies for the rest of your days”

What I wouldn’t give for the next couple of days here to grant me that kind of serenity

Slowing the Yukon to a crawl, I pull gently into the driveway of my dad’s place, careful not to hit the trash can at the curb on the way into it

Under any other circu of a coincidence or tis hen I left—in complete anarchy as to the chain of coht be so more to it than a simple slip of the mind

I put the car in park and shut off the ignition, and Stella and my dad both step out onto the stoop of Stella’s house, obviously having hearda seriously surprising aain

They drivebetter

“Hi, son!”away from Stella to meet me halfway between the rental and her front door He wrapsclasp of my own