A Cruise with My Granddaughter
I traveled around the country for the rest of that year and most of the next without seeing my granddaughter. I talked to her on occasion when I would call, but only for a brief amount of time. In my paranoid guilt, I imagined that she was having second thoughts about our last encounter and I kept an eye out for that day when a cop would either pull me over or come to my door with an arrest order. When I did talk to her, nothing was ever said about our time out on the road, not even a hint of any impropriety. It was as if it really didn’t happen, like I had had a very wonderful dream. I loved that dream, I felt close to someone again. Someone really loved me. I …