Present Perfect

That was weird.

It’s 1:15 a.m. Adi & Mikie and Bully-Stick were here earlier, which was a joy. I never see my friends any more. These ones are keepers.

But that’s not what was weird. After they left, I went into Yo-Nenny’s and Jason’s bed. Jason was still awake in the living room. Eleni was asleep, clutching my baby. Naturally, I removed aforementioned baby and fell asleep, grasping the perfect child to my own nearly perfect being.

Now and again she stirred. Already I was deeply asleep. Here is the weird part: when she moved, I heard myself speak, as though from the bowels of the earth: “Say it in the present perfect.”

You think I’m kidding. I’m not. And in soporific response to another infantile squawk, I overheard, “But what tense should that be?”

Though it is 1:26 in the a. of the m., I have run a bath, to soak the present perfect out of me.

I may have more things to tell you next week.

Love,

Ginna

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