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Sunday, February 24, 2013

391 deadtime

   sixty six
.  once she was settled into her room at community hospital - her bed had a view  of a coener of north boulder park and of of one of the curious hogbacks that form the forst vault of the foothills of the erockies - i told lauren aboiut LA .
tarzana  , the mojave . the camry ,  the ambulance , the helicopter , the concussion .
i left out little . but i left oput some .
it was tyhe forst time . i'd told me the story in a single  siotting .
it exhausted me .
her too .
lauren and i had talked about her , and about me , and about the kids - all three  of the kids . the time had come to talk about us .
she started ." what now , adlnce ?' he asked .
i didn't know .
after only a  few seconds of silence lauren said something aboutr  letting the dust settle . i agreed that was probably wise .
i left her flat her back in her hospital bed , i headed home to be with grace and jonas andd  thr dogs .
the cab fdriver took valmont east . i would 've tqaken  broadway south and then pick up south boulder road . i thought of chloe .wondered what route she would have chose . it didn't matter . we would all end up in the same place.
sam called as the cab veered onto foothills .

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