Alone at Waverly

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Alone at Waverly / Eric Krewson

I live alone at Waverly. Have my own house with a big TV. Haven’t watched TV since the kids were young.

Lucinda passed three years ago. She was seventy. That sounds old, but it isn’t. Not really.

We had just moved here. Becky flew in from Arizona. Jenny drove from Tacoma. Brought the grandkids, brought the husbands. We bounced the babies on our knees, on our shoulders.

I still work, occasionally. Keeps me busy. Keeps me happy. And it’s something to do, anyway.

Oh, I miss Lucinda, miss teaching. Otherwise, I do just fine.

Say, John, could you hold a minute? Someone’s on the other line. Probably, Becky. She calls me every day.

Artwork by Heather Swenson