12-22-01 - 10:22 a.m.
called berries yesterday to ask when it would be convenient to deliver her gift. she had to think about it.
"three o'clock," she said.
heasley went with me. i'd forgotten just how small and cramped and ugly the inside of a motorhome is. i can't imagine living in a vehicle with a father she hardly knows. when i hugged her goodbye, the familiar smell of her hair almost made me cry.