July 23rd, 2005


No Secrets Better Kept (What’s Past is Prologue 6/18)

Scott’s student – RoseAnn – left and he ushered me into his office. My flight had been late, and I’d just barely made the meeting. I put my suitcase out of the way and sat down. He didn’t say anything at first. I just sat there and looked at him for a minute, wondering how he was doing and what I could say that would be of comfort.

He looked tired most of all. And I can’t even say what made me think that. Usually it’s the eyes that show fatigue and of course his weren’t visible. But there was something about his face that just looked so completely weary. Well, grief can wear you out.
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