Alexander’s friend arrives
and leaves and I never see him.
He must have arrived
sometime after 1am last night and left before 8 this morning. I do wake up around 4:30 and make out what
looks like a curled up blob on my sofa. Daniel is the perfect guest,
requiring no bedding, no towels and no food.
Finally around 11 my son
emerges from his room. “I have a lot to
do,” he announces. He has much to
remember but the most prevalent thing on his mind is this. “Hey, I want you to unlike my new profile picture. I don’t want people to know I’m friends with
my mom on Facebook.” I take this as a positive sign. At least he hasn’t unfriended me.
My son does get a lot
done. He has a haircut. He packs.
He eats a leisurely brunch of eggs with onion. He changes his
linens. Together we watch one of his
favorite movies, True Romance. And he
finally cleans his room.
He doesn’t have time though
for laundry. To choose some clothes I’ve
offered to buy from a great site I discovered called Carbon2Cobalt. To write some thank-you notes as he’d
promised. To decide on a meal plan. Or
to have a nice late lunch with me. But
the important stuff is done.
Alexander's room is back to
normal. My apartment is again neat and organized. But a small piece of my heart
leaves with him on the 5:40 Cornell bus back to Ithaca.
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