Chasing Tomorrow

“Take care of him,” Jeff said gruffly. “Take care of yourself.”

Then he climbed into his rented station wagon and drove away.

Nicholas stood on the porch, hand in hand with his mother, watching Jeff’s car until it disappeared out of sight.

“I love Uncle Jeff.” He sighed. “He’s so fun. We will see him again, won’t we, Mom?”

Tracy squeezed her son’s hand tightly.

“I expect so, my darling. You never really know what tomorrow might bring.”