Goodbye Beautiful Boy
In the middle of one of the worst change-overs all season I had to get up this morning to take Harp to the bus station. College starts for him in two weeks, and he is one of the first of the resident company to leave. There will be more and more goodbyes in the following weeks, but this was the first and will probably be the most significant.
He cried just a little at the bus station, and I tried very hard not to cry in response to him. I hid a letter for him in his luggage, and even though I think he had one for me in his pocket, (I'd seen him writing it the day before and he tried but failed to stealthily remove it from his luggage before we put it in the bed of the truck) he said that he hadn't finished it, and that he'd mail it to me in a few days. I'm not sure why he decided at that moment not to give it to me.
I have two more days of load-in hell in front of me, and the pleasantest of my distractions is now gone.
He cried just a little at the bus station, and I tried very hard not to cry in response to him. I hid a letter for him in his luggage, and even though I think he had one for me in his pocket, (I'd seen him writing it the day before and he tried but failed to stealthily remove it from his luggage before we put it in the bed of the truck) he said that he hadn't finished it, and that he'd mail it to me in a few days. I'm not sure why he decided at that moment not to give it to me.
I have two more days of load-in hell in front of me, and the pleasantest of my distractions is now gone.
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