This is me and Rupert standing on my Grammy's porch for what might be the last time. Beth came down in her dad's truck and helped me clean the place and pack up my extra stuff in the bed. On our way back up to Maryland, a heavy storm came up and we almost had to stop and pull over. The sky got so dark and the grey clouds hung over the horizon like upside down wisps from a smoldering fire. The rain came crashing with lighting cutting across the horizon in front of us and I had to go slow for fear one of the the trees on my drivers side might fall on the car. But nothing fell, and by the time we reached my favorite local ice cream place halfway between D.C. and Charlottesville it was only sprinkling. We got out and ate a couple cones next to a wide field of grass. It felt like it was just us and Rupert in the world. I knew New York would be different, but everything was perfect then.
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