me.”
James looked across the yard at me in my yellow dress.
“That’s the plan,” he said.
“That’s the whole plan.”
We spent two wonderful days pretending our future was guaranteed.
We talked about buying a modest house.
Having children.
Maybe getting a dog.
Building a porch where we could sit when we were old.
On our first morning as husband and wife, James made the coffee ridiculously strong but drank it anyway because he refused to admit he had ruined it.
We walked through the neighborhood holding hands, feeling
