down, Victoria. Letâs start fresh, clean, and open. If we donât chop down cherry trees, we donât have to make the truth an issue.â
âWhy so paranoid about the truth?â
âThe married state demands it,â he said.
âSo this is a firm proposal,â she giggled, searching his face to be certain.
âNever doubt me. Never. Ever.â
âI wonât.â
He propped himself on an elbow and studied her face for a long time. He imagined he could see her thoughts tracking through her brain. Then, suddenly, she lifted her head and kissed him on the lips. They held the kiss a long time.
âThereâs more,â he said after a long silence. He had been thinking about this ever since he had become accustomed to the inevitability of their relationship.
âMore?â
âWe need kids. We need to be a real family. A real family will do the trick.â
âWhat trick?â
âWe are both in need of repairs, Victoria.â
âTwo, then. I wouldnât want an only child. Itâs bad enough to be fatherless. But an only child? No way.â
âAgreed,â he said, holding out his hand. She took it.
It was another happy moment, and they sealed it with yet another test of authenticity. Later, it was Victoria who spoke first.
âWeâre very vulnerable,â she said.
âVery,â he agreed, knowing exactly what she meant.
âWeâll never escape our conditioning, Josh. Never. Means we have to be alert when the garbage weâre carrying starts to seep out of the suitcase.â
âHow will we know?â
âProbably by the stink.â
âWhoever smells it first will tell the other that itâs on its way.â
âAnd then?â
âWeâll fumigate our souls.â
âThere you go again, saying it in an odd way.â
âBy any other way, theyâre still the true words of Rose.â
âA rose is a rose is a rose,â she mumbled, making a face.
âWhat you see is what you get. Iâd like all Roses to be like that.â
âMessage received,â she said, patting him on the penis. âBesides, I just love the long stems.â
His case was her very first resignation.
How could he have known then that he would be the first to chop down a cherry tree?
***
Lying there beside her, he felt his stomach heave and he pounced out of bed to go to the bathroom.
âAre you okay, Josh?â Victoria mumbled when he came back.
âIâm fine,â he whispered.
But he wasnât fine. There was only one way he would be fine. Tomorrow, he decided. Once and for all, he would make himself fine again.
Chapter 3
It was weirdly ironic. Here he was sitting at the very same table in the very same coffee shop that he and Evie had had their discussion only two days before. Only now he was dealing with a different kind of pain.
âThe fat lady has sung, Angela,â he said, noting the power of association. Still, he hoped the reference would put a lighter spin on the circumstances of this meeting. It didnât.
âI didnât hear the song,â Angela said, her cheeks flushing, lips tight as she aggressively leveled her eyes at his face. âAll I see is a chicken dancing around with his head cut off.â
Her outburst surprised him. He had expected reluctant acquiescence, not aggression.
âWe agreed, Angela. When one person wanted out, it was over.â
âYou think I canât tell when itâs over? Yesterday it wasnât over. Remember yesterday?â
They had done it in the back seat of his car in the building garage in the middle of the day. And he had sent her one of his weird stickum notes and offered sweet nothings on the telephone. Two days ago he had sent her flowers.
âI know this is abrupt, Angela. Iâm sorry. I canât hack it. Itâs eating me up alive. Some people are built for this kind of secret life. Iâm