Walkin' Down A White Sandy Beach Somewhere, Eatin' Something...
"Listen," I said.
And she shook her head. "I'm not going to listen."
So we fell silent. For another 20 miles.
Then I tried again. "We can talk about it if you want."
She shook her head.
We'd been in the car for 10 hours. I'd driven her to see a long-lost relative. Then waited outside for 20 minutes.
When she came back out all she said was "home."
Hours later, we stopped for gas. I stretched my legs. She bought a Coke.
I knew better by then. I didn't ask.
But I shot her a look. And she knew what it meant.
So she took a sip of her Coke. Looked me in the eyes. And said again "Home."
Then she turned and walked back to the car.
"Home," I repeated.
Sometimes that's all you need to say.
The Nelson Mandela Mix
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