Pick an Oak
Matt’s back is to me as I enter the kitchen. He’s emptying the dishwasher and the sounds of our odd collection of plates banging into one another partly masks my entry from the hallway.
“Hey Mattâ€
He jumps but not high enough.
“WHAT,†he answers
“Marianne is taking me to a puppet show tonight in Boston.â€
“Why not drive into a tree right now?â€
“No, no. It’s an adult puppet show presented by socialists and anarchists.â€
“Pick an oak.â€