Wise

Christopher

I was sad to be leaving the little piece of heaven we had created for ourselves, but hopeful there would be many more mini-vacations in our future. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as we made our way through the hotel lobby. It seemed very natural to have her by my side. She fit perfectly. It was as if we’d been together for years instead of weeks.

We settled into our seats on the plane, both of us a little subdued as was typical at the end of a vacation. The excitement of getting out of town was gone and the reality of going back to one’s real-life was settling in.

“What else does Olin like?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged. “What are his interests? I don’t talk to a lot of teenagers. I want to be able to connect with him.”

I chuckled. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be struggling to connect with him.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Okay, how about what I can’t talk to him about?”

I slowly shook my head. “Leila, you’re an excellent conversationalist. You don’t need