Starting points?
When we’re family we still come at things from starkly different directions. He walked out of therapy carrying his crutches in his right hand. “Hi” he said to me, I said “Hello,” and noticing his surgical boot almost said “That makes you dangerous,” but he was past me quickly. Five steps back his daughter (I guessed) hustled to catch up. “You’re trouble,” she said. I hazarded she approached the little event from safety, he from feeling free. I could be wrong about what they each saw; but am I wrong about starting points?
:- Doug.
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