Distances

Mrs. M phoned me about 15 minutes ago as I sat in my “office” here at the justice center. “Did you know your brother is on the stand?”

“He is?”

“Yeah, the media is reporting it.” I checked, and read the article.

One of my first thoughts was that someone I know had bet twenty bucks that Mike wouldn’t testify. “Well, I guess [Friend] is out twenty bucks.”

Again, I’m only yards away from my brother. But the distance seems far greater at the moment. I’m tense at the moment — I feel it in my forearms and my thighs as I sit here typing, and my fingertips are cold. In a minute or two, when I stop typing, I’ll try once again to retreat into the world of Aubrey and Maturin. Mrs. M is on her way here.

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About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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One Response to Distances

  1. Linda Smith says:

    Best $20 ever spent. Not such a bad thing to be wrong, as long as you’re willing to admit it! If only everyone could do so.

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