What if-”
“Hey,” I said, “easy. Don’t worry, we’ll deal with it.”
“But after all we’ve been through-”
“After all we’ve been through,” I said, “Dunston isn’t important. He just doesn’t matter.” I pulled her down beside me. “What’s important is us.”
She let me hold her for a time. Then she drew back a little and said, “I’ve made up my mind.”
“About what?”
“About your suggestion. The mildly exotic one. I still think it’ll hurt you, but if you’re game so am I.”
“I’m game,” I said.
She was right, as it turned out: it hurt me. But not much, and I didn’t care. All I cared about was her. Being with her, loving her. Living a sane and normal life with her.
I kept thinking about retiring…
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