Empty again. I checked the mailbox after work; the roof warranty still hadn’t arrived. I paced back and forth with my water bottle on the porch. I could see the edges of a boy in his workout clothes, then a clear glimpse of Marko running through obstacles. Passing the puck on the edge of the plastic off to one side. Cesarean section was for the feeble. A bit late for dinner, but we supped all the same, with the spicy end of today’s chipotle chicken.
