“Hey Jeremy.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you love your woman?” My 11-year-old cousin Q. asks the question as we hunt for lizards on the side of a hill. Dragonflies everywhere, and above and to the southwest, the purple of a summer storm on its way.
“Yeah, I do.” No lizards yet but we’re still looking, walking down grown-over tire tracks and scanning the grass.
“Why?” And again: “Why?”
“Well, because she’s kind and generous and wise and beautiful.”
From Q., uncontrollable laughter at my answer, and then pleas of: “Come out, lizards!”
We keep looking. Nothing.
Then something moves in the grass near Q.’s feet — a lizard, he tells me.
Q. is grinning and I step closer to take a look.
“Just kidding!”
Eric
July 10th, 2010
cool.