“Is this safe?”
“Maybe.”
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“Steven’s parents have invited me to go camping in Yosemite with them!”
That was all the boy said then he stopped talking to simply stare at me expectantly. I stared back.
Finally he broke, “So, can I go?”
I cleared my throat and tried to look authoritative, “Maybe, you should ask your mother.”
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“So whaddya say Mom? Can I invite Andi, Darla, and Liz for a sleepover on Friday?”
“Maybe that’s not such a good idea, Dennis.”
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“Maybe I don’t want a new vacuum cleaner for Christmas. Maybe I want something else. Maybe I want something for me. A massage or a day at the spa, or maybe something pretty? Do you ever think about things like that? Maybe you should.” She tossed a pillow and a thin blanket down the stairs before she stalked back into the bedroom.
I shrugged, picked up the bedding and shuffled towards the couch. Maybe she was right.
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“So Mel, I gotta ask. Is this effort going to be enough to push the team to the top of the standings?”
“Maybe so. It depends on how the Eels do against the Buffalo in tonight’s game.”
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“Did you remember to mail that letter for me?”
“Sure I did… Maybe… uhm, no… sorry”
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She leaned over and gave me a kiss, “I’m so excited about today,” she said. “I can hardly wait.”
I looked at her blankly and struggled with myself.
“You do remember what today is, don’t you?”
She could be so stern.
“Uh, maybe.”
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