Would a Rose by any Other Name Smell as Sweet?

Andy left this morning at 5:30 am. for the long drive up to Mistissini, his truck packed with bedding, woodworking tools, food and lots of warm clothing.  He would be starting work the next day. I needed to stay behind until the house is sold.

I am lost in this big old house. Pointe Claire Village fall festivities have passed, and interest in the house has dwindled. Pre-Christmas is a slow season in real estate. Would I be here forever and alone?

Andy calls in the evening. He arrived safely after nine hours of driving.

“Google Maps is slightly off with their time and it is really not as long as they indicated,” he said.

“Oh, and by the way, we are pronouncing it wrong. It’s not MISS-ti-SINI,” he laughed. “It’s called ‘Mis-TISS-ini.'”

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet?


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