Wednesday, May 9, 2012

April 14-15-16 part 3

Muffins and earl grey at Beth's Special Teas. Cape Cod sunny Sunday wind pure fresh walk the little strip East Sandwich shops, still missing the Herb Shop but our gratitude is high for the tea Shop haven from all manner of Dunkin Dodo swill. Hot chocolate for the child. What to do with the last few hours before the drive back to Connecticut? Paradise Liquor for a 1.75 litre bottle of Bombay for 31.00. Sam's fish shop on the canal bag of shelled scallops large as your tongue. My eleven year old daughter fascinated by the lobster tank. Can we get one dad? Can we? No. Why not? Cause I don't want to kill one do you? No. Well then what's the point of getting one? We could let him go. Now my daughter wants to do a Buddha thing and save this creatures life and I'm not sure what to say. I don't want to talk her out of this do I? She gives me that look, the crux look, the scan of a child reading every inch of my body, verbal and invisible language, searching for the parental cue. Is this an acceptable idea, is it not? Remember whatever you do will affect me for the rest of my life. I stall and say well you'll have to use your own money. She says OK but its in the car. And I must  surrender with, that's alright give it to me when we get back. So she picks out Lucky the Lobster. Out to the Jeep fish out a pair of work gloves from the back, use the Gerber to cut the bands from his claws and we all three walk over to the edge and I toss him into the canal. She can see him swimming - he's OK! Just before we drive off seat belts belted everyone ready small fist full of single dollar bills reaches over the seat - here dad. And I think how big is the heart of a child. And I take the bills stuff them into my shirt pocket and say thank you.

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