Chapter 22
Ten Years Later
“The kids are outside on the porch,” Sof told me. “They haven’t come in yet, let’s listen.”
I was now forty-nine; Sof fifty-nine. I worked full-time as a writer now, including some collaborations with Sof. She had worked some jobs of her choosing over the years, but was currently having what she called a “retirement,” which might end next month or next week if she got bored. It was really up to her either way. The “kids” were both twenty now. We’d been expecting them home for Christmas break from their respective, tuition-free colleges, and apparently they were having their own meeting on the porch without us before coming in. Sof and I stood by the door in the dark to eavesdrop. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear them clearly.
“Traffic was literally ri
