Having awaited my husband’s return from Germany for almost two years, I was overjoyed when he called and said he was coming home. For one thing, I missed his jokes and his cheerfulness. For another, I wanted him to see Buchi, the seed he planted in me before he left for Germany, and feel that infant tenderness.
But my husband returned a total stranger — a recluse who always talks to himself, mentions foreign names and laughs like a kookaburra.
Though he’s back, it’s obvious that my husband is far from home and completely lost. And this is the worst scenario.