What can YOU say in six sentences?
He can ask a question without saying the exact words because sometimes he cares the ice is thin right there and treads with caution. He knows where my wounds are and sometimes chooses to ignore them, tactlessly gavelling the question home. But last night he asked the (unspoken) question and surprisingly I answered without feeling my back stiffen or the poison rise--my throat did not clench, tears did not spring. I simply answered that now was not the right time to get my passport and see Iron Maiden in England (or anywhere.)
When I was young and living on my own and had some extra cash, I daydreamed of driving to the airport and flying to anywhere and who cares that I had no way to get back and who knew I needed a passport. My dream wants to fly, and a pox on me for clipping its wings repeatedly.