At sea...

Dear Nicky,

This morning I received a call from Stones that distressed me significantly for a while. After two hours since you'd been picked up this morning you still hadn't made it to school. I had the secretary who called immediately go to your class and make sure you weren't there. Sure enough you weren't. I hang up and call your driver, who answers and tells me you're stuck in traffic, that there was an accident somewhere ahead, and that traffic was nightmarish. A lot of your colleagues were delayed as well. I sure didn't like that feeling. But you seemed none the worse for wear. This evening you had a nice dinner, a nice bath, and your ear is looking like it's finally clearing up at last. This evening when I put the drops in your ear, you protested but not as badly as before, displaying your bravery and depth of character, and your trust in your father, which honors me.

Love,
Dad