backdated, mid-February
We had been moved into our new home for a few weeks now, and the Pirates' Treehouse stood finally empty of everything that had once made it our home. We had all agreed it would be fitting to give it for use by the island's children; it was rather a spectacular treehouse, after all, and could easily be furnished as a playhouse.
I knocked lightly on the door to the children's office as I opened it, pleased to see Joe sitting behind the desk. I'd not seen much of him since the class we'd taught together, and was happy for the chance to reconnect. "Good morning," I greeted him with a smile, leaning against the doorframe. "Will I be interrupting if I ask for a few minutes of your time?"
I knocked lightly on the door to the children's office as I opened it, pleased to see Joe sitting behind the desk. I'd not seen much of him since the class we'd taught together, and was happy for the chance to reconnect. "Good morning," I greeted him with a smile, leaning against the doorframe. "Will I be interrupting if I ask for a few minutes of your time?"