“Mom, it’s funny.”
“Yes, but don’t stare. He’s sensitive.”
“What? No. Your holidays are the same as ours.”
“Sort of. Today’s not a holiday, Sweetie. It’s a PD day.
Your teachers still have to go to school.”
“But we don’t, right!?”
“Correct! Today we go to the zoo!” Collecting her coffee,
she pecks each crown. “When you’re done, dishes in the sink, and suit up for
safari!”
“For some fairies?”
“Yes, we’re having lunch with three,” she chuckles from down
the hall, slipping into the office for practice maintenance.
But once seated, it’s no use. She cannot concentrate on
work, when work is in jeopardy. When everything is in jeopardy. Fresh pajamaed
coffee, the clink of spoon and bowl, morning teases in the air. As much as one
can, she controls this…for the two who scurry past to depajama. She thinks.
“Deny the inheritance,” slips out, standing with a defiance that refutes even professional routines. Inconsistency, fleets through her mind as she sends herself for depajamaing. [See Part 1 here.]