In the midst of my son’s
frenetic need to get a million things done before leaving for six weeks in LA,
my niece texts him that she’ll be in New York today. Sally and Alexander were born exactly 50 days
apart. Though Sally lives in the Boston
area, and has spent the last semester in Spain (she’ll be a senior at Hamilton
in the fall), the two cousins are close.
But Sally’s visit could not have come at a worse time.
In typical Alexander
fashion, or maybe typical 21-year-old-boy fashion, Alexander is overwhelmed
with all he still has left to do. It’s
as if he learned of the internship today and needs to leave on Saturday.
But by the time Sally
arrives, Alexander has things under control.
And her arrival brings only sunshine.
My sister Jean (Sally’s mom)
is an incredible cook. I’m not. But Sally acts as if I am, even though
everything I serve is imported (already-made) from Zabar’s, Whole Foods, and Ottomanelli’s. I open a bottle of Prosecco and we toast to
Sally and Alexander’s senior year.
These two rambunctious
little kids have grown up.
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| Cape Cod, August 1994 |
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| Cape Cod, August 1996 |
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| Sturbridge Village, October 2001 |
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| Easter on the Cape, April 2004 |
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| Thanksgiving, 2011 |
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| NYC tonight |
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| NYC tonight |
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