Maybe he’ll have to call Bruce Blend, the expensive mindfulness provider uptown. Blend helped with the environmental stuff two years ago. Now if the neighbors are loud McCormick doesn’t fear home invasion. If the heater goes out he knows Julie and June can snuggle under a blanket. No one’s freezing to death on his watch, but other perils have risen.
Will Bruce know their chances of having to flee an inbound missile? Will he downplay the harm of a race-baiting president? Does he know if there will be fish in June’s ocean? Guns in her streets? If she will hope?
June is impatient to add the oats. Keeps lifting her cup to the hot pan.
No. Let the milk bubble.
Then she wants to stir, moves her stool too close. McCormick endures the risk.
When the goop is in the bowl she arranges apple slices just like the picture on the box, but adds a few raspberries. Then declines sugar or honey.
Doing it herself is sweet enough.
At school he unsticks a zipper, puts wet boots away. She doesn’t turn her head or say a word. Just a backwards wave.
Always, there will be these leavings.
If I could find a place in your building? Me, you, and Miller? The same block? Like, insane.
You know Palmer Kasay? Captain of the Middlebury tennis team? Totally filthy tennis player. Great great guy.
Great guy. How do you say his name?
Kuh-sigh. Also Wink Edmonds is a great great guy.
Hey thank your parents for that Christmas party.
Ok, next year I’m going to do Facebook invite. Only include, like, 50 people.
Totally. I’ll send you the group text for Aspen? Airbnb?
Aspen. Much appreciated.
As long as you can put money in?