Seven

Soon after mom was diagnosed, I convinced myself that life in Minnesota had become too stale. But when I tried to sell Liz on the idea she didn’t reply with the enthusiasim I was looking for.

          ”But what about your mom?”

          ”That’s what airplanes are for.”

          “Will,” she said tersely.

          “What? It’s not I like see them every day anyway.”

          ”Are you kidding me,” she said.