I had been dreading Babby’s reaction to leaving but she was surprisingly upbeat, handling it as if it was just a short term goodbye, in contrast to the others who cried buckets, hanging over us with keening moans. Babby tends to be easy with her feelings. I envy that about her sometimes.
Just a bit of daylight left as we drove to the airport, groves of white birches and clusters of dachas dotting the snowy fields. Looks like I’ll have to save the troika ride for another visit. I was looking forward to the long flight so I could think. Just think. But glancing over at Babby, who didn’t look at all sleepy and, instead, ready to talk, I realized it might not be a quiet journey back.
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