Chapter 2
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After the postcard’s arrival, every day that followed was the same thing. I took Hank for his walk, and no matter what time we
got back, we always waited for the mailman before we had our supper and went to bed.

Everyday was one disappointment after another, until a full week had passed. When Hank’s pain-filled whimpers began to
interrupt my busy work, I finally looked at the time and sank. It was after four in the afternoon, we hadn’t eaten, and the
postman had never arrived.

As I prepared Hank’s food, I happened to glance over at the calendar and I finally understood the problem; Thanksgiving.
There would be no mail.

After slipping a piece of turkey from the fridge into Hank’s dish, I put it down on the floor and I watched as he gingerly ate
around the meat product. It would seem that I wasn’t the only one affected by our combined past.

I was scheduled to work, so I went into the bedroom and tried to get a little sleep before my shift.

About ten minutes before my alarm was about to go off, I was still staring at the picture of Sara sitting on my nightstand. She
looked happy in the photograph. At least, I thought she did. As the days turned into weeks, I began to question whether I really
knew anything about her at all.

Closing my eyes, I hoped to see one of her smiles that I kept tucked away for those moments when I truly needed them to go
on. The memories were all I had, and they would have to suffice for the time being.

Before I could open them again, the images of her radiant face flowing through my mind’s eye, my cell phone bleated with
another of those insistent text messages that come to me through dispatch. Obviously, it was going to be an early night.

Throwing my arm out to retrieve the phone, I managed to knock it onto the floor, forcing me to rise from my fitful rest. As I got
myself upright, I reached for my glasses and took a deep breath before finding out the bad news for the night.
Sent: 11/22/2007 8:51 PM
CORAZON <4155556379>
Thank you… For letting me
love you.
My fingers hovered over the keys for what seemed like an eternity. The power of that simple statement clouding my vision, I
struggled to find the words to respond to her quiet gesture.

With thick fingers, not meant for such conveyances, I clumsily struck at the keys:
Reply:
CORAZON <4155556379>
We can only learn to love
by loving. -Iris Murdoch.  
Thank you for being my
greatest teacher.
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