Well, it's just the four of us again, and in the twenty-four hours since I drove T.A. to the train station, we have experienced some of our most camaraderly highs and and our schmuckiest lows.
Let me paint a picture.
Yesterday evening the four of us were in the living room. Stuart was cooking dinner (stuffed mushrooms, pasta, and carmelized pears for dessert), Grace was at the kitchen table working on a paper, I was on Paolo (our couch) reading Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis, and Jo was in the corner leafing through the Lord of the Rings: a Bestiary that I had compulsively bought that weekend. After a delicious dinner we watched 꽃보다男子 (Boys Over Flowers) and then went to bed. It was adorable.
This afternoon, however, found Jo drinking Coors Lite and composing songs on the guitar about how much he wanted to skip class and keep drinking Coors Lite and composing songs on the guitar. I was on Paolo again, this time watching Star Trek: Next Generation on the left side of my computer screen and playing Minesweeper on the right. After Grace dragged Jo out of the house two minutes before their class started, S arrived, eating Tasty Tuesday empanadas and complaining about how he's lost a reading that I photocopied him and that he had two weeks to read and now, two hours before the class, hadn't touched.
And now, as I sit in class this afternoon, writing this blog post, all I have to say is--that's all I have to say about that.
I loved Til We Have Faces.
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