. "marty is fine ."
" thank you , you know , marty , i don't think we do ," i said ." see eye to eye ."
"about ?" he said .
he was either hinestly perplexed , which made him dim , or he was being disingenuous , which made him dangerous in one or two of a kaleidoscope of ways that i would have to sort through at a time when i was less disytracted .
"jonas ," i replied ," my son ."
my words were deliberately chosen . marty smiled his reaction to them in aa way that made me want to smack him . after a provocative pause he shook his head . then he nodded his head .
confusion ? i wondered . or more accurately . i hope .
he closed his eyes tightly and grimaced with his teeth exposed . it wasn't an attractive expression . with his eyes that way and and his lips peeled back he looked like a rodent suffering from near-terminal constipation . when he reopened his eyes , things didn't improve much . he glanced my way again , but with frest look on his face . i interpreted it to be a melodramatic attempt to try to convey the sentiment that i should take whatever step i was contemplating taking next with a truckload of caution .
i did a reality chech . i had to convince my self that this conversation was really occurring during adrioenne 's memorial . my contemplative pause had the unintended consequence of softening . marty 's tough - guy comportment , which made me begin to fear that he'd concluded his hushed warning had done the trick .
to be certain that i hadn't missed his meaning , he said , " i don't think you want to do this , al ." go there " is what i think the kids say these days . i really don't . blood is thicker than water ."
i counted ten . it didn't seem to help , so i did it again . my anger wasn't abating . i said , " i don't know what this , you're talking about , marty . what my wife and i plan to do is to strive to honor your sister's wishes regarding her son , whom she loved in a way that was magical for us to watch . you and i have seen the same documents .
" thank you , you know , marty , i don't think we do ," i said ." see eye to eye ."
"about ?" he said .
he was either hinestly perplexed , which made him dim , or he was being disingenuous , which made him dangerous in one or two of a kaleidoscope of ways that i would have to sort through at a time when i was less disytracted .
"jonas ," i replied ," my son ."
my words were deliberately chosen . marty smiled his reaction to them in aa way that made me want to smack him . after a provocative pause he shook his head . then he nodded his head .
confusion ? i wondered . or more accurately . i hope .
he closed his eyes tightly and grimaced with his teeth exposed . it wasn't an attractive expression . with his eyes that way and and his lips peeled back he looked like a rodent suffering from near-terminal constipation . when he reopened his eyes , things didn't improve much . he glanced my way again , but with frest look on his face . i interpreted it to be a melodramatic attempt to try to convey the sentiment that i should take whatever step i was contemplating taking next with a truckload of caution .
i did a reality chech . i had to convince my self that this conversation was really occurring during adrioenne 's memorial . my contemplative pause had the unintended consequence of softening . marty 's tough - guy comportment , which made me begin to fear that he'd concluded his hushed warning had done the trick .
to be certain that i hadn't missed his meaning , he said , " i don't think you want to do this , al ." go there " is what i think the kids say these days . i really don't . blood is thicker than water ."
i counted ten . it didn't seem to help , so i did it again . my anger wasn't abating . i said , " i don't know what this , you're talking about , marty . what my wife and i plan to do is to strive to honor your sister's wishes regarding her son , whom she loved in a way that was magical for us to watch . you and i have seen the same documents .
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