Friday, September 19, 2003
AND THAT VERY NIGHT I HAD A DREAM ABOUT MORDECAI BROWN
Thing 2 was lying in bed, arm outstretched, examining her hand very carefully. “Daddy, I have three big fingers in the middle.”
Yes, I see,” I said.
“Do you have three big fingers too?” she asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“Does everyone have three big fingers, even people in Florida?”
“Yes, they do.”
“Even people in distant lands?”
“Yes, even people in distant lands.”
“Daddy, how do you know these things?”
“I’ve been around,” I said.
And I decided I would wait until she was much, much older before I would tell her about my trip to Ocracoke Island.
Thing 2 was lying in bed, arm outstretched, examining her hand very carefully. “Daddy, I have three big fingers in the middle.”
Yes, I see,” I said.
“Do you have three big fingers too?” she asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“Does everyone have three big fingers, even people in Florida?”
“Yes, they do.”
“Even people in distant lands?”
“Yes, even people in distant lands.”
“Daddy, how do you know these things?”
“I’ve been around,” I said.
And I decided I would wait until she was much, much older before I would tell her about my trip to Ocracoke Island.
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