"Is the delivery guy still here?" Katie says, invoice in hand, worried look on her face. "I don't have everything."
I run down stairs and around the corner to where he's parked, but I can only catch a glimpse of his tail lights at the corner a block away, so I keep running, hoping to catch up.
By the time I get there, though, he's long gone, and as I walk the long block back home through the thick, wet air, a giant butterfly flaps slowly across my path, up into the trees, and out of sight.
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Three years ago: 4 People/4 Seasons
Four years ago: Marriage is a Balancing Act