I had Random.org select a page for me and it selected page 103.
I can’t remember the last time he did that with us at home. I’m happy to have this moment with just us but I can’t help but feel a teeny bit guilty that Ma, Lily and Michael aren’t here.
Sometimes I wonder whether Alex and I had anything besides a hometown in common anymore. We had been so compatible when we were little: making rollercoaster rides out of odd stuff around the house, pretending the living-room carpet was lava, hosting dog pageants with Alex’s Puppy In My Pocket toys. Friendships were easier when you were a kid.