a shopping excursion [dated to 2/4/16]
Feb. 3rd, 2016 10:09 pmThere hasn't been a day since Jack's arrival that I haven't wished and wished and wished that he could go home. It's certainly not because I don't like having him here -- that honestly couldn't be further from the truth, which is a little bit surprising all in itself -- and more that he looks more lost and utterly depressed by the hour.
I can't blame him, obviously. As hard as it is for me here, especially lately, I know it has to be at least ten times worse for him. I've never felt so useless in all my life, though. I mean, I know pies can't cure everything, I'm not completely stupid, but I'm so used to being able to sit and with someone and try to talk things out, or hug them for awhile until the pain subsides a little bit, or yes, serve them pie until the inevitable sugar rush perks them up a bit.
And no amount of pie or hugs or talking is going to magically bring the NHL to Darrow or whisk Jack back home.
Neither will a brand new wardrobe but, frankly, Jack is going to have to wear something other than hoodies whether he likes it or not.
Of course, Kate is the first person I think of when I decide on buying Jack a couple new shirts. The Dressing Room is a little bit pricey, but it's also amazing quality and I have no doubt she'll be able to help me.
I don't immediately see her when I step in and I wander for awhile before spotting a guy who appears to be another associate. He has a strikingly familiar face, but I can't immediately place it, and I refuse to let myself wonder about it for too long.
"Hi, excuse me," I say with a sheepish smile. "Is Kate working today by chance?"
I can't blame him, obviously. As hard as it is for me here, especially lately, I know it has to be at least ten times worse for him. I've never felt so useless in all my life, though. I mean, I know pies can't cure everything, I'm not completely stupid, but I'm so used to being able to sit and with someone and try to talk things out, or hug them for awhile until the pain subsides a little bit, or yes, serve them pie until the inevitable sugar rush perks them up a bit.
And no amount of pie or hugs or talking is going to magically bring the NHL to Darrow or whisk Jack back home.
Neither will a brand new wardrobe but, frankly, Jack is going to have to wear something other than hoodies whether he likes it or not.
Of course, Kate is the first person I think of when I decide on buying Jack a couple new shirts. The Dressing Room is a little bit pricey, but it's also amazing quality and I have no doubt she'll be able to help me.
I don't immediately see her when I step in and I wander for awhile before spotting a guy who appears to be another associate. He has a strikingly familiar face, but I can't immediately place it, and I refuse to let myself wonder about it for too long.
"Hi, excuse me," I say with a sheepish smile. "Is Kate working today by chance?"
