Beets and Broccoli

I have some beet stains on my hands. The juice seeped into the tiny crevices in my skin. Gwendolyn says that if you eat too many beets that your poo looks like blood. For dinner Cinci will eat beets and broccoli. Ever since I've returned from Turkey I've homemade his food. I feel good about it.
Jonathan left this morning for Istanbul. Billysticks took him to the airport at 3:30AM. It was pitch dark in the bedroom. Atticus on my left, Shermie on my right. A creak, a thin strip of light growing until Jonathan's silhouette appeared. "Goodbye" "Goodbye" I sat up, a quick kiss, and a fall back onto the bed. The door closed and sleep returned. How do you really say goodbye for an unknown period of time? This was the best goodbye ever. Not a tear was shed. Not one feeling of sadness, just the invisible weight of responsibility falling on top of me. Crash...boom!!