I’ve never been so happy to see a boxed lunch as I was to see that boxed lunch. I didn’t have a food plan at all, just a pit in my stomach about a weekend of uninterrupted time with a five year old. I was nervous. I talked too fast and only half listened and made notations in my file, and then I jumped up and ran to the bus to drag O. out of school for the Amtrak train.

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