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mmkaternaterDad woke up twenty minutes ago, the strangest thing.
People say that a lot -- "Oh, it was the strangest thing" -- but I've always thought that, by definition, there can only be one strangest thing. Just like there can only be one New York Times Best Seller (the need for a weekly list is mostly ornamental).
But it was strange. Strange, eerie and uncalibrated. The first thing he asked: "Did you call your mother?" The second: "My book; where's my book?" I was able to give him the second of these two questions in the affirmative, and handed over the book that House had helped me recover from the raft. He opened the soft, sea-furred cover and I saw that he had put two lottery tickets and a grocer's list on the inside.
"Thank god, Elisheva," he said, looking up at me with relief stacked in his eyes, "your mother would never forgive me if I failed to bring home the milk."
People say that a lot -- "Oh, it was the strangest thing" -- but I've always thought that, by definition, there can only be one strangest thing. Just like there can only be one New York Times Best Seller (the need for a weekly list is mostly ornamental).
But it was strange. Strange, eerie and uncalibrated. The first thing he asked: "Did you call your mother?" The second: "My book; where's my book?" I was able to give him the second of these two questions in the affirmative, and handed over the book that House had helped me recover from the raft. He opened the soft, sea-furred cover and I saw that he had put two lottery tickets and a grocer's list on the inside.
"Thank god, Elisheva," he said, looking up at me with relief stacked in his eyes, "your mother would never forgive me if I failed to bring home the milk."
