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I watched the reflection of her eyes welling up. Sarah wiped the tears from her cheek.<br />
“I don’t know what to say to you, Cal. I just don’t know what to say to that.”<br />
Annie and Jack slid down the snowdrift again.<br />
“Annie worries about you. She sleeps with that holey T-shirt on her pillow.”<br />
I was sitting on that shirt. It was in my stocking on Christmas Day my junior year of<br />
high school. I held what was left of the blue fabric to my face and inhaled my own scent.<br />
Sarah was watching the children when she said, “You’re not the only one grieving. At<br />
some point, you’re gonna have to let go. Do it before you lose us.”<br />
I didn’t respond.<br />
Jack started down the wind drift on his bottom. He flipped over in an attempt to stop<br />
himself, but it was too late. He was lying on his belly at the base of the hill. He and Annie<br />
were laughing.<br />
I told Sarah, “I feel like people are destroying everything I love.”<br />
“What are you talking about, Cal?”<br />
“Even my students. They buy things, meaningless things. They’re destroying the<br />
things I love by buying things, things they don’t even…”<br />
Sarah took my hand, “What do you love?”<br />
“The mountain, the ponderosa pine forest, the elk. I love the grass, Sarah, and I don’t<br />
understand why other people don’t love the grass.”<br />
Tears fell from Sarah’s cheeks. She dropped my hand. I was still sitting on the edge of<br />
the bed. We looked out the window.<br />
“You didn’t mention Annie and Jack.” Sarah turned from the window. She looked me<br />
in the eyes, “You didn’t mention me, Cal.”<br />
I didn’t know what to say.<br />
Sarah asked, “Do you love us?”<br />
“I love you.”<br />
“I asked you what you loved.”<br />
“You.”<br />
“Sometimes I wonder.”<br />
<strong>Diverse</strong> <strong>Voices</strong> <strong>Quarterly</strong>, Vol. 1, <strong>Issue</strong> 1 & 2<br />
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