memory’s so treacherous
It always hits Finn at the strangest of times, how different his life might have been if he had had parents like the ones he and Tobi are trying to be. And it has him placing down the paperweight and stepping around the desk, so he can draw up next to Ever at the bookcase. "Some people have jobs that they don't like. But they do them, because they have to," he says softly. "And I don't have to stay with your mother - I choose to. She isn't a job that I don't like."
But none of that really gets to the core of the issue, and Finn leans down so he can be eye to eye with the shelf his son is dusting. "Can you describe to me what you think would be different if I was married to mom, instead of how things are now? Would you have less homework or chores? Or more time to play the guitar? Do you think she would leave me more tennis balls?"
But none of that really gets to the core of the issue, and Finn leans down so he can be eye to eye with the shelf his son is dusting. "Can you describe to me what you think would be different if I was married to mom, instead of how things are now? Would you have less homework or chores? Or more time to play the guitar? Do you think she would leave me more tennis balls?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
