Aaliyah is fourteen now.
She is in ninth grade at Tennessee High School. She makes the honor roll. She is, by her own request to me last spring, taking a defensive-driving course at the YMCA when she turns fifteen. She has told me she wants to learn to ride a motorcycle when she turns eighteen.
I have not, in fourteen months, told Caleb about the essay.
He does not need to know about it.
He stopped.
That is the whole thing.
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