“I can’t bear it.”
“Bare it?” his eyes sparkled. “Of course you can, it looks lovely bare.”
“No, don’t!” She tried to laugh, wanted to laugh at him, and knew he was just trying to make her feel better, to lessen the burden of the coming days. But it wasn’t laughter that came out.
“Oh baby girl,” he sighed and pulled her into a bear hug. “I know. I do. It’s hard for me too.”
“Really?” Her words muffled against his rough coat lapel. She breathed his scent, lightly mingled with the heavy odors of diesel and cold.
“Of course. Being away from you is almost impossible.”
“I’m not being a baby?” She sniffed.
“You’re my baby. But no. It is hard to bear, for sure. But you know what?”
“What?” She leaned back and looked into his face.
“It will be over before you know it. You’ll be right back here, where you belong. Because you’re MY girl.”
She smiled as she always did when he said that. Somehow those words made everything a little easier.
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