Cailin finally decided she was finished with our family and she was moving on. She quietly gathered her essential items, tiptoed up the stairs, gingerly waved goodbye to me and left. She actually got farther than I thought she would and was much braver than I had anticipated. She was holding her emotions intact, she was not overly irate nor sad. That is until I yelled to her..."I hope you find a sweet family with a mom that helps you make cookies every week and reads to you every night." That was the clincher, she broke down in exasperated cries.
She is now home, downstairs watching a movie and eating a Popsicle. I guess she has decided we are not so bad after all. She might be able to tolerate us a little longer, at least until the end of the week.
But, at least she was prepared. I mean, when you are on the run, living on the streets, trying to survive, of course what the #1 item you will need?... golf clubs. If she just got the hankerin' to start putting, she was ready. Actually I don't think she thought she was going to be on the streets too long, earning a living as a coffee grinder monkey or maybe perhaps demonstrating her latest Sprocket style of dancing on the corner of Pike & 4th for pocket change. But in fact, she had packed a cardboard door hanger that she had made, she obviously had thought this out much more carefully than I assumed. She apparently was going somewhere cold, with a door, plenty of food, and a putting green. Sounds luxurious, I'm sure she would have been just fine.