You wouldn’t know what I am talking about, because only I could see those intermittent flashes of light bouncing off of your face. More like peeling off. Peeling off like they didn’t want to leave. Every moment that a beam lingered on your face for seemed to brush a tiny bit of weariness away. The effort you were putting in to sing in key was intense…but woefully inadequate. I’ve heard very few people sing as badly. Of course, I would never break that to you. I would on another day, but not that one. Innocence has a tune but it sounds out of key, I realized. So I let you be. We laughed at a silly thing. Different laughs—yours that sounded like a question; mine that sounded like it didn’t have an answer.

 

On a journey that couldn’t have gone on long enough, the best I could do was pray that there wouldn’t be a fork in the road.