Rear Windows

Rear Windows

"Where are you going?" I asked.

She was dressed up in a blue dress and strappy wedges, looking like she was someone's blue belle.

"I'm going to meet Meri."

"Where this time?"

"Oh, her house," she let fall from her lips as if that were no big deal.

"Her house?!" I asked, concerned. "In COVID Times?"

"Don't worry, silly. We'll be at a safe social distance from one another."

"How's that?"

"I'll tell you when you're older."

"When I'm older you'll have to tell it to the funeral director."

"Love you!" she said as she blew me a kiss and walked on out the door, hopped in her car and drove away with a little beep-beep.

I hadn't expected to spend that Sunday alone. It was beautiful out. The sky was as blue as Lo's dress and the sun as bright as her disposition. The air was warm, but not oppressive, as it had been most of July.

Without plans or partner, I ventured to the local park with my folding chair, thermos full of G