I sat on my flax futon mattress typing an article on midwifery . I'd dragged my mattress in here the day before, after arriving at my Kentucky best friend's home. She was off doing some sort of chores while I tried to crank out words. Her father-in-law peddled around outside fixing bicycles. Distracted thoughts scattered the bits of my brain to all the spaces of the world, yet somehow I'd nearly finished a first draft. It was time to wrap of that final paragraph. Garrett came in, "You going biking?" "Maybe!" He can't hear me, but does his best to read my lips. "Your bike is just like Mary's." (Both of them yellow banana bikes) "Mary's tube is flat. I need to go get a new one. Want to come with me?" "Yes!" I was actually more confused than enthusiastic. But it was all the same for him. He was in a hurry. I didn't even close my laptop, but grabbed my purse and ran out after him, then I text...