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Safe

May 2, 2013
On nights like this when the wife is out of town, the wind is gusting, the windows are shaking in their panes, and out in the backyard, racoons or some other animals are chittering at each other, my 2-year-old turns to me, her eyes wide, and asks “what’s that noise?” And then she says, to herself as much as me, “it’s safe in the house.” That’s when I remember that I’m the adult here, the one who’s supposed to be absolutely certain that there’s nothing in the dark to fear, the one whose eyes don’t even flicker to the window when the wind makes bare branches go scritch-scratch against the glass. I’m the one who says, “yes my love — you’re safe.”
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