The Beginning

Sometime in my fourth year as a widower, I got a call from my sister Kate. She had a daughter who wanted to go to University in the States, and the college she was interested in, and accepted to, I taught at.

Congratulations were in order, but her real question came out more suddenly than I expected, "Can she live with you while there?"

I paused, neglecting to have connected the dots.

We had a back and forth on this, as I indicated the importance of a campus experience, etc. etc. but Rachel, her daughter, indicated she wanted to stay more focused on studies and feared the distraction....