While I was waiting at the airport last night for Sara to arrive, I read more Deadeye Dick. One of the great things about reading books is that you realize there are other people, real or fictional, that think like you. Well I had such a moment and a good thought for the weekend with this section:
Thus did I prevent my brother’s fathering a child back then. Genevieve cleared out of the duplex, not wishing to be there alone with a murderer, and she and Felix never got together again. The child they had talked about having would be twenty-two years old now. The child Eloise Metzger was carrying when I shot her would be thirty-eight! Think of that.
Who knows what those people would be doing now, instead of drifting around nowhere, mere wisps of undifferentiated nothingness. They could be so busy now.
I am lucky and glad to be celebrating the beginning of my 25th year with close friends and family. I must remember, this weekend and always, not to be so busy.
Have a good Canada Day weekend. I wish you all the best and hope to see some of you soon.
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