Day 17 - Tannen Baum
Jacob is making paste, a brown vitamin and protein rich paste we bake into hardened semi-sweet biscuits to supplement our meals. They taste like dog treats, but are palatable when dipped in tea. My mom was a pastry chef, her kitchen a laboratory of equipment, mixers, blenders, processors, jars of labeled ingredients, sacks of flour and sugar. I would sit at the table and watch her make a mess of...
Day 16 - Tannen Baum
At the station Jacob pours me a cup of hot tea. We’ve been back for a few hours now, but no one has said a word about the wolves. McMahon and Alonso simply parked their ATVs and hauled the dryshipper and carry cooler off to the lab for processing. Jacob and I briefed Cardinal on the assessment, about the marker reading, the missing collars, the doe carcass, but not the wolves. It’s as...
Day 15 - Tannen Baum
Sometimes I pretend to sleep. I don’t want them to know I’m excited, I am in no hurry to wake up. Instead, I wait for Cardinal to roll out of bed, perform his characteristically weird stretching and yawning routine, take forever to find his slippers, and somehow bang and smash his way around making noises no one ever dreamed possible in such a spartan room. No one sleeps past...
Day 14 - Noticed
I just bought a Barbie. I don’t know why I keep buying Barbies, I’m addicted. I don’t play with Barbies, I just buy them and then I add the package to my stack in the corner behind the couch. I think the stack must be waist high now. Yeah, definitely waist high. I have lots of Barbies. Barbies and Rolling Rock. Rolling Rock rolling all over the hardwood floors. Has this...
Day 13 - Bring him home
Get out, get outta here, please! I always shut my eyes and look at my feet when I hear the crack of a bat and the arching white ball head towards center field. Clapping and cheering engulf me on the bleachers. “What a catch!” “Yay!” I find myself saying, eyes open, wondering what kind of catch it was. The boys are jogging into the dugout now, the inning over. Only two...
Day 12 - Wild Domestics
“Which one do you want?” “The green one.” “Cool, here you go.” “Thanks.” It is raining, so they are sheltering under some wooden benches that wrap around the hot tub. “It’s cold!” “I know. We could open the hot tub cover.” “No, that’s a pain, and then we’d have to sit in the...