A few months ago, I saw someone giving away these four chairs down the street, and even though I really only needed one, I took them all.
First I took two (just in case) and then it seemed silly to break up the set.
I only needed one because I am only one person and I have a chair in this magical yet tiny cottage … but Adrian was coming for Christmas and it just seemed prudent to allow him a place of his own to sit while we were watching a movie or eating dinner.
And now that I’m leaving the cottage soonish, today I put them all on the street corner, creating a kind of Waiting Room for tourists passing by.
Two hours later, however, I walked out to see that two of them were taken … All my efforts to keep the set together (almost as though it was a family –– or a litter of puppies –– being broken up when placed into foster care) had been defeated.
So I reclaimed one chair –– all I ever really needed –– and left one on the corner for another solo act.
May all the chairs in this set find good homes and bring happy hours of sitting to their new owners and friends.
That’s all any of us can really hope for.
Amen.
[And by the way, you’re right: I really should be going over the copyedits in my novel, but family matters like these have to come first.]
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