Four Days
Aria
Thursday afternoon I did something I hadn’t done since arriving in Minnesota.
I went shopping.
Not crisis shopping, not grab-what-you-need-before-the-next-catastrophe shopping. Actual, unhurried, no-agenda shopping. Just me and Leah, who had extended her visit by two days because she said she wasn’t leaving until she’d seen the house functioning like a normal household and was willing to wait as long as it took.
We walked through a mall in Minneapolis that had no significance to anything that had happened this month and looked at things that had nothing to do with inheritances or DNA results or civil lawsuits and it was, genuinely, the most restorative two hours I’d had in four weeks.
Leah bought three things she didn’t need and was completely unapologetic about it.
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