Sandcastles II
<p>Closing Instagram, she puts her phone down, gleefully shouting, “We’re here, Blublee!”. Even in her mid-twenties, how Abigail speaks to Blu throws me back to when she was fifteen, just before my late wife began her battle with cancer.</p>
<p>Blu’s ears perk as she sits up after cuddling with Abbey in the back seat. I park by the open field. After downing what’s left of my coffee, I tap my son’s leg, “Yo Sal, leash her up.”</p>
<p>“Yup!” two years Abbey’s junior, Salvador, has an economy with words. He finishes texting his girlfriend, slips his phone into his Levi’s front pocket, then jumps out to leash Blu.</p>
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