Chapter 8
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because
I do not know any other way of loving but this,
in which there is no I or you, so intimate that
your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate
that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
―Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Wednesday, 13:00 tines
Sara giggled. “Daddy, they’re interviewing cats.” The more she thought about it the more she giggled until she was laughing out loud.
“It’s so good to hear you laugh again, Pet. I’m so sorry that I didn’t see what was right before my eyes.” Sam wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, embarrassed he had turned so weepy.
“I didn’t tell you. You couldn’t possibly have known.” Sara patted Sam on his sh
