The Wait
Mar 15, 2018
2 minutes
JOANNA NOVAK
The moist cheese on his blue-and-white porcelain, the Pinot.
Our entire marriage, I had been accepting those gifts, not waiting for the meal. My husband came into the living room and sniffed behind my ear. He moved my pretty hair. He told me I smelled like a newborn. Not baby powder: it was something else about me.
Did you ever find pineapples? he
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