Wednesday, July 23, 2008

On the Run

Andrew and I spent yesterday in San Francisco—Andrew had a conference to go to, and I got to spend a day in a big city. Win-win! When it was finally time to leave last night, however, and Andrew said in resignation, “Well, we should probably get back,” I gave my usual response. “Alright,” I said with a sigh. “I’ll go—if you can find me!

In my mind, the scene that plays out from there is me suddenly sprinting away, disappearing into the folds of the city at full speed; with a shout, Andrew runs to the car and veers onto the streets in a desperate quest to find his wayward, running wife. The scene varied a bit in New Hampshire. “I’ll go—if you can find me!” I announced—imagining running deep into the woods, never to be seen again. (In Sacramento, that is.)

It’s become a running joke between us, though Andrew finds it only mildly amusing. Alarm is probably a more accurate reaction. He always does hold my hand a bit more tightly as we make our exit from wherever it is we are; admittedly; the tone in my voice as I deliver my sing-songy taunt generally has a slight edge of genuine threat. Ah well. This time, at least, I followed him to the car without struggle.

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