I was up early, wrapped up in my robe, sipping my cup of tea when I went into the living room to look out the front window to see if the newspaper had arrived. I could see it was waiting for me at the end of the driveway, but then something else caught my eye.

“Hey, Steven! Can you come here for a minute?”

My husband, Steven came in from the kitchen, carrying his cup of coffee. “Did the newspaper come yet?” he asked as he came over to the window where I was standing.

“Yeah,” I pointed out the window. “But look at all the dragonflies flying over our front lawn!”

Steven looked out the front window. “Wow, there must be fifty of them!”

“I know! I’ve never seen anything like it. Aren’t they beautiful.” We watched as they hovered then dipped along our lawn. “What do you suppose they’re doing?”

Steven shrugged his shoulders. “It’s been raining so much, maybe something hatched in the lawn.”

I looked at the neighbors yards. “Then why are they only in our yard?”

Steven looked around. “Huh, that’s weird.” We both watched as they frantically moved from one end of our yard to the other, but never crossing over to either neighbors’. “Must be something that only hatched in our yard.” he reasoned.

Just then a couple, out for a morning walked, stopped at our sidewalk to watch the dragonflies dashing and swooping along our grass. Steven and I backed away from the window.

“So…” I looked over at Steven. “Can you go get the newspaper for me this morning?”

“Why can’t you go?”

“Because I’m still in my robe.”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

“Well, I’m barefooted!” I lifted up a foot to prove my point.

“That’s never stopped you either.”

“Please…” I whined.

Just then our son Alex came into the living room.

“Oh great!” I said giving him a good morning kiss on the cheek. “You’re dressed, can you go out and get the paper for me?”

“Sure.”

I smiled over at Steven.

Alex opened the front door, then quickly closed it again. “Woo! Did you see all the dragonflies out front?”

“Yeah, aren’t they amazing!” I answered.

“Amazing is right! There must be a hundred of them!”

“Oh come on, it’s not a hundred.” I looked back out the window where our neighbors across the street were now staring over at our house. Alex walked over to look out the window. “I thought you were getting the paper for me?” I asked.

“I’m not going out there.”

“Oh, come on… they don’t bite.”

Alex looked over at me and laughed. “That’s not the reason I’m not going out.” He at Steven then back at me. “I’m not going for the same reason neither of you are going.” He nodded his head towards the window. “Because there’s a crowd of people outside staring at our weird lawn.”

Steven looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders as Alex headed for the kitchen. “He’s got a point.”

“But I love reading the paper first thing in the morning.” I whined.

Steven grabbed the television remote from the coffee table and handed it to me. “Looks like you’re getting the news from this today.”

My sister Liz was coming for the weekend and wanted me to plan a girls’ shopping day.

“I guess that sounds like fun,” My husband, Steven said as I told him about the plan. “I’m just glad I don’t have to go.”

I understood what Steven was saying. Shopping with my guys consists of going to the store to pick up what we need, then coming right back home. The goal has always been to spend as little time as possible in a store. I’ve gotten so good, at that kind of shopping, that I wasn’t sure spending the day mindlessly wandering around a mall was going to be much fun.

Boy, was I in for a surprise!

When Steven opened the door, later that evening, I was practically giddy. My arms were weighted down with all my shopping bags. Liz was right behind me laughing as I dropped my bags onto the nearest chair.

“Wow! You’ve certainly been busy!” Steven said.

“Oh my gosh, look!” I held out my arms to show him the deep grooves I had from carrying so many bags. “I hope these aren’t going to be permanent!” I said, rubbing my arms.

“She definitely had fun.” Liz said to Steven as she put her bags down too.

“What did you get?” Steven asked.

“You would not believe the sales they were having!” I reached into the first bag. “Isn’t this the cutest sweater you’ve ever seen?” I held up the black cardigan for him to see.

“Don’t you already have a black sweater?”

“Not like this one!” I tossed the sweater onto the back of the chair and reached into another bag. “They were having a sale on hand soap.” I held it up for him to smell. “Lavender.”

“It smells nice.” Steven looked into the bag. “So you got five of them?”

“It was a great sale!” I went for another bag. “Oh…and when we stopped to get some lunch it turned out to be National Cheesecake Day! Can you believe our luck?”

Steven looked over at Liz.

Liz nodded. “It was National Cheesecake Day.” she confirmed.

“Did you stop for dinner too?” Steven asked.

“We ate lunch so late that I couldn’t eat another thing.” I looked over at Liz. “What about you?”

“I’m still pretty full.” she agreed.

Steven looked at both of us. “Then I guess I’ll order dinner for the boys and I.”

“That’s a great idea! You do that while I start putting some of this stuff away.” I went over and gave Steven a hug. “Did I mention how much fun I had?”

“You did.” Steven started to laugh.

I began gathering up my loot. “I’ve been living with guys for so long I forgot how much fun shopping with a girl can be!” I couldn’t stop smiling.

That’s when Liz looked over at Steven. “I’m pretty sure that, right about now, you’re grateful that I don’t come for the weekend more often, huh?”

Steven smiled as he looked at all my bags. “You’re a mind reader.”
“Oh, by the way…” I held out one of my bags. “I brought you and the boys pieces of cheesecake too!”

“Thanks!” he took the bag and headed to the kitchen to put it in the refrigerator. “Now you’re a mind reader too!”  

I went out to my car, ready to run some errands, when I noticed my Adele CD laying on my console. “No-No-No-No!” I cried as I picked it up and went back into the house. “Who drove my car last?” I asked looking at my son Alex and my husband Steven, both in the kitchen making lunch.

“I did.” Alex said. “I had to run out late last night because we didn’t have anything good to eat.”

“We didn’t have anything good to eat?” I questioned as I looked at the packages of cold cuts he was making his sandwich with, along with the bag of chips and jar of pickles that were sitting on the counter. “I went grocery shopping yesterday and bought all of that!”

“But you didn’t buy donuts!” he said with a laugh as he pointed to the box on the counter.

Steven shrugged his shoulders. “We were both in the mood for a Boston cream.”

I could only shake my head because I had stopped trying to figure out their eating habits years ago.

Instead I held up my CD. “Why did you take this out of the player?”

“Oh,” Alex went back to making his sandwich. “I went to turn the radio on and I must have hit the wrong button because the CD popped out.” He looked over at me. “Why, is it scratched?”

“I won’t know that for about a week.” I said with a sigh.

Steven and Alex both had confused looks on their faces.

“Once you take the CD out of the player it refuses to take a new one for at least six or seven car rides later.” I explained trying not to show just how annoyed I was. “It’s one of the car’s new idiosyncrasies I’m trying to get used to.”

I love my car. I’ve loved it since the day we drove it new off the lot. As the years have passed it’s become temperamental, but that’s no reason to give up on it.

“Remember last year when the air conditioning would only blow on high?” I reminded them.

“I thought we got that fixed?” Steven said as he put his sandwich on a plate and went to the table. Alex followed him carrying his lunch.

“Actually, I didn’t bother fixing that one.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I kind of like it now, the car cools off a lot quicker.” I sat down with them placing my Adele CD carefully on a place mat. “”I’ve even gotten used to the driver’s side door freezing shut in the winter. I just climb through the passenger side and by the time I get to work it’s usually thawed out enough to open.”

“I thought I fixed that one.” Steven said. “Didn’t I give you a de-icer spray?”

“You did.” I gave him a quick smile. “But I kept leaving it in the car, so it kind of defeated the purpose.”

Steven didn’t say anything he just shook his head and took a bite of his sandwich.

“But the CD player is a whole different story!” I continued. “I’ve had to choose what I listen to very carefully because that CD will be playing on a loop for the next month before I risk making a change.”

Alex looked over at me, “Why don’t you just fix the CD player?”

That made me pause for a moment. “Well, I hadn’t really thought about it.” I admitted. I looked over at Steven for some back-up. “Don’t you think having a car is like a marriage?”

Steven eyebrows went up. “How so?”

“Well, when it’s new you love everything about it but, then as it ages little things can go wrong. You try to fix what you can but everything else is just an idiosyncrasy you learn to live with.”

Alex eyes got big as he looked at me, then at Steven.

Steven thought for a moment then nodded his head. “She’s got a point.” He looked over at Alex, “If anyone else told me they listened to the same CD for a month I’d think they were nuts. But when your Mom tells me that, I think, that sounds about right.”

“See!” I looked over at Alex. “That’s how you stay married for thirty years!”

“Thirty-one.” Steven corrected.

“Whatever!”

I was standing out on our back deck looking out into our woods when my son, Alex came out and stood next to me.

“What are we looking at?” he asked.

“Two morning doves.” I pointed toward the ground under the feeder.

“Where?”

“Right there. Don’t you see them?”

He looked a while longer until one of them moved. “Oh, now I do!”

“I know they blend right in with the ground!” I moved over to sit in my rocking chair. Alex followed me and sat down too. “I’m calling them Fred and Ethel.”

Alex laughed. “Okay why are you calling them that?”

“Because I’m pretty sure they mate for life and Fred and Ethel Mertz were married forever.” I picked up my phone and Googled morning doves.

Alex sat back to watch them. “They do?”

I found the site I was looking for. “Yup. It says so right here, they mate for life.” I looked up to see them both busy eating the seeds. I scrolled further through the site. “Wait a minute, it says they’re not always eating the seeds but might be collecting them in a pouch in their esophagus called a crop.”

“Okay, that’s gross.”

“Well, now that makes sense because I’ve been watching them for the past twenty minutes and I was beginning to wonder just how hungry they were.”

“They sure are busy.” We watched them let other birds come to the feeder over their heads but would chase away any bird that was interested in helping themselves to any of the dropped seeds by them.

I was back looking at my phone. “They don’t eat insects.” I called out.

“Okay.”

“Oh, here’s something I didn’t know.” I scrolled down a bit further. “It says they usually only have two babies and that incubation takes just two weeks!”

By now I’d found a video of them nesting and I hit play. A few minutes into the video Alex could hear the cooing sounds coming from my phone and looked over at me. “Are you watching a video of morning doves?”

“I am!” I turned the phone so he could see.

“We have them right in front of us!” he pointed to the two that were only several feet away. “Why would you want to watch a video of them on your phone when you can watch them live right here, right now!”

I shrugged my shoulders. “You have a point.” I placed the phone down on the table and looked back at the feeder where the two were still eating. After a few moments of quietly sitting and watching them do the same thing I couldn’t help myself. “You know I was only half way through the cool facts about them. Don’t you want to hear more?”

I’m sure the sound of my pleading helped change his mind because he just shook his head and laughed. “Sure.”

“Yeah!” I quickly picked up my phone and went back on the morning dove site before he could change his mind.

It was late at night and I was leaned up against the kitchen counter with a container of potato salad in one hand and a spoon in the other.

Steven walked in and turned on the kitchen light. “Why are you standing here in the dark?”

“I’m not in the dark.” I pointed the spoon to the nightlight next to the sink. “This gives me enough light to see what I need to see.”

“Why are you up so late?” he asked looking at the clock on the stove. “It’s 2:30 in the morning.”

“The potato salad was calling out to me.” I finished licking the spoon and dropped it in the sink. I put the lid back on the container and placed it on the counter.

Potato salad was one of the things I didn’t like to make myself, because I thought it was way too much work for a simple side dish. I also didn’t like many store bought potato salads. But there was one local store that made salads to go with their rotisserie chickens. I loved their salads! My whole family did! That’s why there’s rarely any leftover. So, I really couldn’t understand why he was questioning why I was up.

“Aren’t you going to put that back in the fridge?”

“Not yet. I have to wait and see if that was the last bite.”

Steven looked confused. “Than why did you throw your spoon in the sink?”

Now I looked confused. “Because I can’t stick a spoon in the container that I’ve already licked! That would be disgusting!”

“Than why don’t you just put some on a plate and not eat out of the container?”

“Because…” I was getting tired of explaining. “That would mean I’d have several scoops on a plate and I’d have to eat all of it.” I tipped my head to the container sitting on the counter. “This way I can wait and see if I’m full after the one scoop.”

Steven shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as he opened the cabinet and took out a plate. “I’ll show you how to eat leftover potato salad.” He opened the silverware drawer. “We’re out of spoons?”

“We are?” I peeked in over his shoulder. “Wow! I guess we are.”

He opened the dishwasher. “Is this clean or dirty?”

“Dirty.”

There must have been a guilty look on my face because Steven walked past me to look in the sink. “There must be a half a dozen spoons in here!”

“Please don’t judge me.” I hung my head in shame. “You know how much I love this potato salad.”

Steven put his plate back in the cabinet then reached in the silverware drawer and took out two forks. Handing one to me he took the container off the counter popped opened the lid and held it out to me.

“We can share the last of it.”

I had to smile as I stabbed a potato chunk with my fork. “I love that you get me!”

I was in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher when Alex came in and asked. “Why is it so hot in here?”

I stopped for a moment, “You know, now that you mention it, it is kind of warm in here.” I put the last glass away than took out the silverware basket. “The air conditioning is on, I can hear it. Can you go check the thermostat and see what it’s set for?”

Alex went into the hallway. “It’s set for 72.” he called. “But it says it’s 78 in here now.”

“Oh no.” I picked up my phone and called my husband Steven. “There’s something wrong with the air conditioning unit.” I said as soon as he picked up.

“I’ll have someone there by this afternoon.” he said.

I had to smile as I hung up the phone. “It’s always nice to be married to a contractor.” I said to Alex as I began putting the silverware away. “Dad said he’ll have someone here this afternoon.”

“Great.” Alex called as he headed back to his room to get some work done.

Two hours later the heating and cooling guy arrived with Steven pulling his truck in right behind him. The two of them walked into the house said a quick hello to me and went right to work.

I really wasn’t really paying much attention to what was going on as the attic stairs were pulled down and the repairman climbed up. I could hear them calling instructions to each other and I watched as Steven moved from vent to vent checking filters.

Twenty minutes later the repairman climbed down and the two of them stood in the hallway talking.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Steven came into the living room where I was working and sat down. “Bill’s a great guy and he likes talking about the science of heating and air conditioning as much as I do.”

“That’s nice.” I said, never really looking up from my laptop. “Did he fix the air conditioning?”

When Steven didn’t answer, I stopped typing and looked up from my work. Steven was just staring at me.

“What?” I asked, wondering what the problem was.

“Didn’t you hear the conversation Bill and I just had? We were talking to you, too. You even said “Sure” a couple of times.”

“Really?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“But we were talking about some really interesting things.” Steven persisted.

“The science of heating and air conditioning…are you kidding?” I started to laugh.

“Oh sure, when I talk about things that interest me you’re all wide-eyed and thinking, LA,LA,LA,LA, LA!” he said in a sing-song voice while he was bobbing his head back and forth.

“Hey!” I said, feeling a little annoyed. “Just because I’m not interested in talking about the science of heating and air conditioning doesn’t mean I’m sitting around all day thinking about unicorns and rainbows!” I cried.

Steven stopped and looked at me. “Unicorns and rainbows?” he had a surprised look on his face.

“Wow…” I shook my head, disappointed in myself. “I can’t believe I just said that either.”

Steven and I were sitting on the back deck, quietly enjoying the evening, when I noticed a tiny house finch had landed on our feeder. “Aren’t they the cutest little birds?” I asked Steven.

Steven looked over at our feeder. “I guess.” he said as he shrugged his shoulders. “I hadn’t really thought about rating birds by their cuteness.”

I looked over at our two bird houses. “I wonder why no one has wanted to move in to our houses this year?” I watched as the little finch finished eating and flew over and landed on the roof of the closest house. “Watch.” I said. “He won’t even peek in the door.” A few seconds later he flew away. “See I told you.”

“I wonder what’s wrong with them?” Steven got up to check.

I was right behind him. “I loved watching last year’s family. You could hear the babies peeping for food all the way up on our porch.”

We reached the first house. “Well, I can see from here this one needs a new roof.”

I started to laugh. “That’s a good one.”

Steven pointed to half inch space between the two pieces of wood that made up the roof. “Oh, it does need a new roof!” I cried. “I thought you were kidding!”

Steven examined the roof further. “It’s just two screws holding this, I can fix it tomorrow.”

“Great!”

We moved on to the next house. Steven peeked into the hole. “There’s a lot of old nesting material inside. Aren’t you suppose to empty it out?”

I looked at him confused. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it. I guess I just thought they’d use the old stuff and add a few new sticks to make it their own.” I took my phone out of my pocket and began a Google search on taking care of bird house. “Oh, good Lord!” I cried. “We’re slumlords for birds!”

“What?”

“We’re suppose to get rid of the old nesting material each season and scrub the house out with a solution of bleach and water!” I looked at Steven, feeling a wave of guilt come over me. “We’ve had these houses for a few years now and we’ve never done that.” I admitted.

“You didn’t know.” Steven said I could hear the sympathy in his voice. “Give yourself a break. You’re not a slumlord, you’re more of an absent landlord.”

“Thanks, but somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Steven went back to the other house to take some measurement for the roof. “I’ll fix this roof and you can clean them both out.” he suggested. “We still have some time. You haven’t lost the nesting season yet.”

That made me feel a little better. “Maybe you’re right. I’ll go make up the cleaning solution right now.” I headed for the house.

“I haven’t seen the hummingbirds lately.” Steven called to me. “When was the last time your made a new batch of food for them?”

That made me stop. I looked at the feeder hanging from the back deck. “Um-mm, maybe last week?” I said.

“Isn’t it supposed to be changed a few times a week?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I hesitated for a moment, looking at his sheepishly, “I kind of forgot.”

Steven just shook his head as I turned and headed back to the house.

I can’t be positive, but I’m pretty sure I heard him say, “Slumlord.” under his breath.

“Does anyone know where the good scissors are?” my son Alex called from the kitchen.

“In the drawer on the left of the stove.” I called from the living room.

“I’m in that drawer and it’s not here!” he called back.

“Did you really look?” I called.

“I did!” he called back. “They’re not here.”

I went into the kitchen and looked into the open drawer Alex was standing in front of. Pushing a few things around I finally had to admit, “Okay you’re right. They’re not in here.”

“I told you that.” Alex said. “Why didn’t you believe me?”

I had to laugh. “Are you kidding? How many times have you guys said you couldn’t find something. I tell you over and over again that it’s there and to look again. We go back and forth until I can’t take it anymore and I have open the drawer, cabinet or refrigerator where I can practically reach in with my eyes closed and hand it to you!”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “ What can I say? You’re better at finding things then we are.” Alex looked back in the drawer. “So where do you think the scissors are?”

“Obviously someone didn’t put them back when they were done using them!” I decided to call out to whoever else was in the house. “Come on people! When you use something you have to put it back where they belong!”

Just then Steven came into the kitchen. “What’s missing?” he asked.

“The good scissors.” Alex said.

“I haven’t seen them.” he said.

By now I’d leaned myself up against the counter, crossed my arms across my chest and looked off in the distance as I tried to mentally scan the house.

Alex looked over at me. “What’s she doing?” he asked Steven.

Steven looked at me. “Let’s be quiet and let her work.”

It only took me a minute before I said. “Go check in the laundry room they’re on the ironing board.”

Steven and Alex looked at one another before Alex headed for the laundry room.

I went back into the living room but could hear him call out. “She’s right!They’re here!”

Alex went back into the kitchen where Steven was getting some water. “How does she do that?” I overheard Alex ask Steven.

I had to smile as I heard Steven say, “We don’t ask questions. We just enjoy the results.”

I usually love the fact that, for some reason, I’ve always been really good at finding lost things. But in this particular case I really couldn’t take much credit for my amazing powers.

It seems that while I was mentally scanning the house I remembered I’d been the last one to use the scissors to wrap a birthday present.  

“You’re never going to believe what just happened to me.” I said trying to keep the sound of disgust out of my voice as I walked into the kitchen and dropped my keys on the counter top.

“What?” my husband, Steven asked. He was busy making himself a sandwich.

“Remember when I said I wanted to get a bat house for our woods in the backyard?” I grabbed a piece of deli cheese from the package as Steven stuck the knife in the mayonnaise jar and began spreading it on his sandwich.

“Yeah I remember.” he looked at me confused. “You were serious about getting one?”

“I sure was.” I got out of his way as he tried to open the drawer I was standing in front of to get a napkin. “I went into Lowe’s and asked if they had any. You had to see the expression of the guys face when I asked! He scrunched up his nose and said “NO!” so quickly you’d have thought I’d just asked for a jar of bedbugs!”

Steven started to laugh as he took his plate with his sandwich and went to sit at the table to eat. “Maybe they don’t carry them.”

“But they do!” I cried. “I told him that I saw online that they had them. I swear he almost did a complete body shutter as he went to the computer to look it up!”

“Did he find it on the computer?” Steven asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“He never got the chance to look.” I complained. “When he went over to the computer station, another guy was standing there and he asked him if they carried them. That guy looked all disgusted and actually said, “Eewwww, NO!” Then they both just stared at me. I was so embarrassed.”

“So now you’re not going to get one?” Steven asked.

“Oh, I’m getting one.” I said, I was determined not to let the disgusted looks from two salesman stop me.

That’s when my son Alex walked in. “What are you getting?” he asked.

“A bat house.” Steven answered him.

Alex looked disgusted. “Why?”

“Because they can eat over a thousand mosquito’s in just one night.” I said. “They’re nature’s bug zapper!”

Alex just stared at me. “Are you serious?” he asked. “You’re going to put a bat house in our back yard?”

“Of course I’m serious.” I said. “I think it’s a great idea!”

Alex looked at Steven. “She’s serious?”

Steven just shrugged his shoulders. “Looks like it.”

Now I was confused. “Don’t you think it’s a great idea?” I looked at Steven for some back-up on my great idea. When I didn’t get any, I pushed ahead myself. “They’ll help keep the mosquito population down so we can enjoy sitting on our back deck all summer.”

“So now were going to be the creepy people in the neighborhood with bats living in our yard?” Alex asked.

“It’ll be one tiny little house!” I cried. “You won’t even know it’s there!”

“Oh, I’ll know it’s there.” Alex assured me as he looked at both of us. “I’ll know.”

When he left the room I looked back at Steven. “He’s never going to go in the yard again, is he?”

Steven shrugged his shoulders again. “I’m not making any bets on that one.”

My husband, Steven came up to our bedroom door and juggled the doorknob. “What’s wrong with the door?” he called.

“It’s locked.” I said from the other side of that door.

“I know that!” He juggled it again. “But why?”

“Give me a second!” I called grabbing my robe and unlocking it for him.

Steven walked by me and opened the drapes. “Why is is so dark in here?” he asked.

He didn’t give me a chance to answer before he asked his next question.

“Why is it so hot in here?” He opened the window then went to check the thermostat. “Who turned off the air conditioning?”

I still hadn’t gotten a chance to answer before he fired off his next question.

“What’s going on in here?” He looked a the open packages and boxes scattered around the bed and floor.

I paused for a moment wondering if he had any more questions. When he didn’t I said, “I’m trying on bathing suits.” Figuring that should be answer enough, I pulled my robe closer around my neck.

Steven didn’t understand. “You bought all these suits?” He picked up some of the packages.

“Don’t mix them up!” I cried. Taking the wrappings away from him. “Most of the suits are going back and I have to repackage them exactly the way they came.”

“I don’t get it.” he said. “Why don’t you just go to the mall and buy a suit like everyone else?”

I tried not to laugh as I made a spot on the bed for me to sit down. “Because I’m trying on bathing suits.” I said. He looked confused, so I explained further.

“Standing in a 3×3 dressing room, with bad lighting, and strangers peeking through the curtains at my pale winter skin encased in Lycra, would have me in tears. “ I said, as I made sure my robe was covering my legs. “This way, I’m in the comfort of my own home when I cry looking at myself in a swimsuit.”

Steven sat next to me. “I don’t understand why you get so upset wearing a bathing suit.” he said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I was waiting for his comforting words of how silly I was, because I always looked great to him. But instead he said. “No one has ever actually seen you in your bathing suit.”

“What are you talking about?” I said. “I wear one every summer!”

Steven started to laugh. “I know you wear one, but no one has seen you in it.”

Now I was the one looking confused, so he continued. “Every summer you show up at the swimming pool wearing a cover-up that zips from your feet to your neck. Then you make a big production out of pointing to something on the other side of the pool so that when everyone looks, you can quietly slip out of your cover-up and slide into the water.”

“I had no idea you noticed I did that.” I said as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Of course I notice.” he said, giving me a hug. “That’s the easy part. What’s harder is when you have to wait until he last person leaves the pool before you can get out.”

I could feel my tears welling up. He understands me.