A Little House On The Tundra By Reid Baer It was their anniversary and the 9,855th morning together since the 17th day of June and here they sat at their 23 year old kitchen table across from each other He wore his daughterâÂÂs discarded pink parka with the hood over his downcast head and his face framed in the white fluffy trim mumbling to himself as he reviewed a thick library book including many Rumi writings She sat quietly in front of an empty cup with her legs tucked under a WWII dark blue tattered trench coat with an orange and black muffler from her sonâÂÂs college team wrapped once around her neck and again before her mouth The two were already polar opposites when they began their family of four in the 20th century but now in the 21st you have to understand theyâÂÂre in an empty frozen nest coping the best they can -
