And all I can think at lunch is:
That’s my sweater.
Sheepish grin. We’ve been here before.
“You never wear it.”
It’s never in my closet!
“Yes it is. That’s where I found it.”
Happy Birthday, Kate – Bait. Stay out of my closet and you can have this one sweater. And the Voyager phone. And the ski trip. And whatever else you can con us out of.
I loveth you.
(Perhaps a bit hard to follow Gwyn’s reasoning in the beginning, but the practical matter is that I was away from her.)
Gwyneth : “No offense, but I don’t think I’ll do this to my kids. Law school is kinda tough on us. How long do you have to stay there?”
She’s been left alone upstairs while everyone is watching an adult movie in the basement.
“I am proud of you, just like you’ll be proud of my public school. I just miss you.”
“Hold on a minute.”
“Did you hear that?”
No, Gwyn, I didn’t.
“I put the phone up to my heart.”