Oh, That Kind of Family
It is Friday morning in a local coffee shop. The morning rush has past and patrons and coffee-baristas are settling into a more relaxed pace. Kari, Ben, and Christopher have arrived, a part of a semi-regular morning routine for coffee and cookies.
Kari is sharing the cream and sugar and napkin and stirrer table with a college-aged kid. He is tall, with long blonde hair (“scraggly” is the word Kari used) and is rather scruffily dressed. Christopher is catching up with a table of regulars showing off his car and newly acquired cookies. He turns and sees his mother, cocks his head to get a better focus on the scene, then turns back to the table and announces in his loud and enthusiastic voice: “That girl looks just like my daddy!”
