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Two By Two



It wasn’t exactly a planned date night, but I was happy nonetheless.

On Tuesday morning, London’s first day of school, Vivian and I walked with her through the parking lot, toward the classroom building. When I asked if she wanted me to hold her hand, she hooked her thumbs under the straps on her backpack.

“I’m not a little girl anymore,” she said.

Yesterday, Vivian and I had received an email from the teacher saying that the first day could be traumatic for some children and that it was best not to linger over goodbyes. A quick kiss or pat on the back and let the teacher lead them into the classroom, the email instructed. We were discouraged from standing by the door and watching, or gazing through the classroom windows for too long. We were warned against letting our children see us cry, no matter how emotional we might feel, because that might heighten our child’s anxiety. We were given the phone numbers of the school nurse, and told that the school counselor would be available in the lobby, if any parents wanted to discuss what they were feeling about their child heading off to school. I wondered if my parents had ever received a letter like that when Marge or I started school and laughed aloud at the thought.

“What are you laughing about?” Vivian asked.

“I’ll tell you later. It’s nothing.”

Up ahead, I saw my mom and dad, waiting by the car. Dad was in his plumber’s outfit, which consisted of a blue button-up short-sleeved shirt with the company logo, jeans, and work boots. My mom, thank God, was sans apron or a red hat; she blended, which I appreciated even if London didn’t care.

London saw them and started running. My dad scooped her up as she jumped. He called her Pumpkin, which I’d never heard before. I wondered if it was new or if I was completely oblivious.

“Today’s the big day,” my mom said. “Are you excited?”

“It’s going to be fun,” London said.

“I’m sure you’ll love it,” my mom assured her.

My dad kissed London on the cheek as he lowered her to the ground.

“Will you hold my hand, Papa?” London asked.

“Of course I will, Pumpkin.”

London walked ahead with my dad while Vivian told my mom a bit about the email we’d received from the teacher. My mom frowned in confusion.

“They have a counselor for the parents?”

“She works for the school,” Vivian explained. “Some parents might be nervous or upset. I’m sure she’ll nod and listen and tell them they’ll be fine. It’s no big deal.”

“Are you nervous?”

“No. I feel a trace of sadness, like it’s the end of an era, but that’ll pass I’m sure.”

“Well… good.”

We entered the lower school building and as I watched mothers and their children entering the classroom two by two, I thought of the story of Noah’s ark, London’s favorite book. I expected to see Emily and Bodhi but didn’t spot them; I wondered if she’d already come and gone or hadn’t yet arrived.

Not that it mattered, of course. We stood in line with other parents and children who were heading toward the kindergarten class; sets of two by twos both in front and behind us. The line moved quickly and when we were at the door, Vivian took charge, joining my dad and London.

“Okay, sweetie. Give Papa and Nana a kiss, okay? Then it’s my turn.”

London did as she was told, kissing both my parents before kissing Vivian.

“Your dad will pick you up, but I want to hear all about school when you get home. And remember, you have piano today at four, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mommy.”

The teacher was smiling. “Well, hello London. Good to see you again. Are you ready for a fun day?”

“Yes, ma’am,” London replied, and with a gentle hand on her back, Vivian scooted London forward while the teacher made room for her to pass. As cautioned, we didn’t linger at the door or windows, though I was able to spot London standing at a low table littered with felt of different shapes and sizes. Kids were stacking them, making designs. Still no sign of Bodhi, but London didn’t seem fazed.

It was only when we were making our way back to the car that I registered what had happened.

“I didn’t have a chance to kiss her goodbye.”

“That’s okay. You’ll see her after school.” Vivian shrugged.

“Do you want to swing by the lobby to see the counselor?”

“Not a chance,” she said. “I’m already late for work. Walter is probably pacing his office, waiting for me.”

While London was in school, I reconfirmed all aspects of filming before meeting with the head of the camera crew. We reviewed the schedule, along with the footage that was needed – especially for the longer commercial, which had more than a dozen different shots and would need three days – and made sure we were on exactly the same page. After that, I also cold-called the offices of half a dozen plastic surgeons, and lined up two meetings for the following week.

Not bad for a day’s work, and when I went to pick up London, I waited in a queue that stretched down the street. Unlike the drop-off, pickup was more chaotic and time consuming, and it took twenty minutes before London finally got in the car.

“How was your first day of school?” I asked her, slowly pulling out and watching her reflection in the rearview mirror.

“It was fun,” she said. “The teacher let me help her read Go, Dog. Go! at story time. Some of the kids don’t even know their letters yet.”
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