“How exciting! We’ll have a slumber party. Catch up on old times. When will you get here?” Jaycie sounded as eager as I was.
“It’s all very iffy. I haven’t even talked to Frank yet. I can’t imagine his reaction. I want to get the lay of the land first before I broach the subject of leaving New York.”
As a fellow journal keeper, she understood how tectonic plates can shift so subtly that the movement can only be tracked by daily entries and the parade of recurring of dreams.
I told her how in so many dreams I’m on the corner of Broadway and Kentucky walking North.
Just at that moment I finally understood: from Miss Peggy’s Dance Academy to the library on Third and Kentucky. I choked. Speechless. We both laughed and cried.
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April 27, 2008 1 Comment