The night of December 23rd, Tim was in despair.
He prayed that he, too, would see a sign letting him know Jack was okay.
The morning of the 24th, while Margaret and I slept, Tim decided to do a
crossword puzzle. He pulled out one of the spare Washington Post puzzles he
keeps in his bag. Geek-ish, I know. The puzzle was from Valentine’s Day 2011. Yeah, a 10 month old puzzle.
And the answer to 1 Across?
JACK
Do I understand this? No, but I sure do love my puzzle boy.
crossword puzzle. He pulled out one of the spare Washington Post puzzles he
keeps in his bag. Geek-ish, I know. The puzzle was from Valentine’s Day 2011. Yeah, a 10 month old puzzle.
And the answer to 1 Across?
JACK
Do I understand this? No, but I sure do love my puzzle boy.
