“We’re planning to move to a new place, because Dad’s new job would give us a lot more time together as a family. But your school year comes first. And we’re going to plan the whole thing together, all three of us.”
She thought about it while chewing.
Her Two Questions
“Can I still play soccer at the new school?”
“Yes.”
“Can my room be green?”
Ben glanced at me.
“That’s between you and the paint aisle, honey.”
She grinned and slid off her chair and went to watch cartoons, and that was apparently the entire negotiation as far as she was concerned.
After She Left the Room
“You’re sure, Chels?”
“Yes. Because it’s my decision now too.”
He nodded.
“Then we do it together.”
What the Move Was Actually Like
I want to be honest and say it was hard.
I cried in a U-Haul in June. I cried again in August when a client I’d had for six years hired somebody else for their annual gala, entirely reasonably, because I was two thousand eight hundred miles away.
