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How The Light Gets In
Where we’re broken
Gail had forgotten her shades and the sun felt like an assault making her cranky and distracted. That’s how she slammed into the back of the yutz who was standing in the middle of the sidewalk to peer at his device. And that’s how she tore her future husband a new one right there in front of God and everyone. When she ran out of invective he smiled.
The guy just smiled and introduced himself.
Nothing threw Saul. She loved that and hated that about him. He liked to say he had no earth. It was never too hot or too cold, too crowded or too far or too hard or too complicated or too much or too heavy for Saul. He was steady. He carried the load and never complained. Damn him.
“I’m pregnant.” She flung that at him after dinner.
“Really? Wow!” He set down his glass of wine and reached for her hand. “You’re ok with this?”
“Are you?”
“Sure am! How far along?”
“What about grad school? How do you think I’ll be able to finish that now?”
“Dunno. We’ll figure something out.” And there was that fabulous, infuriating smile. It took everything Gail had to not snatch her hand away.
She didn’t want to be like this; she really ached to be more like Saul. She wished…
