The Slow-Cooked Sentence


Rachael Conlin Levy
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Photo courtesy of just.jim.

The weekend’s whirlwind trip back to Nevada included three trips to the hospital, a sleepover with my girlfriends, a tea party for thirty, a trek out to the homestead and then we were back in the air again. As the ground rushed away from us and we headed into clouds, Ivan clutched the arms of his chair, leaned back and uttered one word:


You said it, cowboy.

One response to “Breathless”

  1. Whoa Rachael, your Dad looks great! As soon as I find my phone book, I'll give you a call.

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