I forced the kids to go to the Dallas Art Museum with me. They were overall good sports about it, but nobody clamored for more when we left. Mostly they acted like they were on a death march and needed to be allowed to sit for a while. This was their favorite piece in the whole museum.
While we were at the museum Dad was in Seattle on a business trip. While there he met up with some friends and walked over to our old street. He got there right as Peter and Esther's family was pulling away with their last load of boxes from their house. They were moving to another town. The street was pretty quiet, and nobody was living in our house.
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