He was just beginning his career as a reporter then.
When he was offered a position overseas, he walked around like the world had opened its doors.
“Cass, this is it,” he said, waving the letter. “This is the kind of chance people wait years for.”
I looked across the table at Tara. She was trying to balance a spoon on her nose.
“What do you think, monkey?” I asked.
She let the spoon fall into her cereal.
“Do they have pancakes in Egypt?”
Grant laughed. “We can make pancakes anywhere.”
So we went.
We rented a small second-floor apartment with a garden below it. Tara loved that garden.
Every afternoon, she ran downstairs with her jump rope.
I watched from the balcony until she waved both arms.
