Hello Jean nim, as I was reading your essay about 'corner' : a friend of mine is married to a Federal Marshall. He is quite known actually as he now has his own reality show. They often throw parties for their friends of FBI agents or Federal Marshalls. You can hear their conversation like "so I grabbed him by his neck, had him sit on his knee"... It goes on and on, all night, the stories of these worriers.
Then there's a corner of my girl friend's husband in this huge house, in their master bedroom, on his side of the bed. Unlike the rest of the house with sleek flows of clean cut, his corner on his night stand is filled with his true necessaries of the Ban Gay, Icy Hot Patch, Band Aid, Pepto Bismol, etc. I found myself with a smile as I was observing the honest corner of this worrier.
Of course, we all need our own little corner where we can rest. |
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