“You asked me a question. What was it? I’m sorry. I got distracted,” he said.
“The days were longer when we were kids. Do you remember?” she asked, half looking up from her book.
“Yes. Why did it feel that way?” he wondered aloud as he took another drag of his Marlboro cigarette.
“I don’t know, but summer vacations during elementary school felt like they stretched on for years,” she proclaimed.
He was in total agreement with his sister. Lost in nostalgia for a brief instant, he stared out the window almost reluctantly.
“Did the weather have anything to do with it? The seasons actually had transitions back then.”
She’d heard him pose this theory before, not really minding.
“I’m not sure, but I do remember the clear days. The sky was a deeper blue then,” she said as her eyes appeared to sparkle and then dim again.
“You’re right about the sky,” he said, "it was richer, if that's the right word?"
“I didn’t have any responsibilities except school and babysitting,” she admitted.
“It’s easy to get into trouble when you don’t have any responsibilities. Have you forgotten all the boys you dated? Dad was always hovering, ready to pounce. But, you did alright. Mom and Dad were always nearby, taking good care of us, making sure we were on the right path,” he said most sincerely.
“Yes!” she confirmed. “Yes.”