KIDS
He missed Jeannie and the kids. He would lie awake and think about them. Sometimes he had a strong urge to call Jeannie in the middle of the night, and so many times when he did, she would pick up the phone right away and tell him she had been sitting there thinking about him. And they would talk until dawn, and it seemed like he could almost reach out and touch her in the dark.
One year led to another, and somehow, they hadn’t yet worked things out to move the whole family here. They had lived in that house for so many years; the kids grew up there. The kids had friends. Jeannie’s mother was still alive and lived in the town. And maybe things would get better so that he could come back and pick up where he left off.