Jack of Harts

So there I was, innocently showing my two best girls around the place I grew up in, when an Arnam came out of the water. Now that’s normally not a strange thing. They live under the water after all. And they’ve always come to Minnesota to enjoy our summers all my life. Some even stay for the winters, though most go on down to someplace warmer like Mexico or the Caribbean. So anyways, here I was being all innocent and such, when this Arnam popped up and got my attention.

“Well, hello there,” was all I said. I wasn’t flirting. Honest. But then she asked something that…well. It’s hard to explain so here it is.

“Jack? Is it really you? Have you really come home?” Then she reached out and touched me as if to make certain I was real.

Well, I had to put my best smile on and answer, “Yeah. It’s me.”

But I couldn’t answer the last question. I mean. I’d been gone so long it didn’t feel like home anymore. I didn’t know where home was. How do you respond to a question when you have no idea what the answer is?

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