14 August 1972
It was impossible to block everything out. Yoga gurus said it wasn’t, but Susie had yet to be able to do so. How did you possibly think about nothing? Humming didn’t help, or chanting, as they called it. Focusing on her breaths helped, but not enough. It took practice, apparently, and she didn’t have enough quiet time...
The door opened and she pulled out of the pose and got up to find out why her daughter was crying. She was in Duncan’s arms, with Evan behind them. It was unusual for Nella to cry while her dad held her. “What happened?”
“She is mad at me.” He stroked her hair.
Susie grabbed hold when Nella lunged for her. “What did Daddy do? Did he actually tell you no about something?” Nella ducked her head into Susie’s shoulder as her cry turned to a whimper.
“I was showin’ Keith a guitar chord. He seemed t’ be interested.”
Evan chuckled. “And apparently she got very jealous.”
“Of Keith? She’s not jealous of him. She never has been.”
“I think it was the idea of Duncan sharing his music with him instead of with her. He took the guitar away from her earlier when she tried to play with it.”
“Danielle.” Susie tugged at the child’s chin to get her attention. “You don’t play with Daddy’s guitar. You know better.”
“No, it’s not your guitar. It’s Daddy’s guitar. You leave it alone.” Susie let her down when Nella pushed against her shoulders and the girl fell into an exaggerated heap.
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