Yesterday was Easter. It was grey Easter. It felt like red and green and purple egg dyes had gotten poured into each other. We all had colds. The colds weren’t bad enough for spectacular coughing death scenes from an opera. Just bad enough to feel heavy and slow.

After the eggs were gathered and the photos taken, I parked myself in the right corner of the sofa with my textbooks. Ian flipped on the DVD player and watched Open Season three times. We waved as Steve and Jonah went off to church in seersucker blazers and bright ties. Later they went to my mom’s for dinner and we waved again. We had some Cambell’s soup, quesadillas, and salad for dinner.

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