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I just got off the phone with David, who's doing this tomorrow, headed for England!
Meanwhile - back in the imaginary past, in Chapter 8 of the novel-in-progress - my narrator parodies the John Denver song. She's making fun of the fact that her older brother's biological father died in a plane crash.
Which is a horrible reason, but her lines are so silly that the humour comes in from both the "cute" and "morbid" angles - that was the idea, anyway, and my writing teacher thought it worked when I showed her an earlier draft. But she also said to take out some comments Carol makes afterwards. Funnier to be more concise, she generally thinks.
Concise. That's what I was worrying about when talking with David. A bit similar to my shame in "Defense", except here I'm less selfish, more scattered. Agitated/excited from all that's been happening both with him and with school.
At first I rejoice that he finally has all he needs to leave the country, ask about his plans. But as I get excited in talking about the course that I'm TA-ing for and the books I'm reading with my tutoring student, I go off on tangents and he has to remind me that he only has so many minutes left on his phone card (I could have called him back, but he's got things to do tomorrow before he leaves - he needs his rest).
So, focus. When is your flight? Ah, overnight. Makes for a short night, traveling east, with the time change. Reminds me of my trip to Italy all those years ago... (Kirsten, don't go on too long). He says he doesn't get much jet lag either, but mentions tiredness, muscle stiffness (I advise him to move his feet around in his seat even if it feels a little silly). Leg room (he has some). He wasn't able to bring an extra suitcase of books, unfortunately. He might be getting some shipped - I didn't catch that part.
A clicking sound. Two minutes left on his phone card. Email me when you get there? I love you. Bon voyage!
Bon voyage too (laugh).
Bye!
I love you.
You too.
(I hang up with the tap of a button. He'll be running around doing errands tomorrow and heading to the airport early - not as early as he's planning, probably, but early enough. Fingers crossed, wings extended.)
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