“How she would react, if she reacted at all. He wasn’t hungry anymore, hadn’t been for the last half hour. What had possessed him to blurt out something like “Marry me,” in the midst of a crowd of strangers? Maybe he was possessed.Yeah, by all that schmaltzy Christmas stuff, with the little kiddies and Santa and the cider. Jesus. What had he been thinking? She was married to her family’s ad agency and he was married to his camera. It was pretty pitiful, but what were the choices? He couldn’t exa...ctly picture them living…where? Denver? LA? He’d never want to raise a family in LA.Family. Who said anything about family? It was that damn Christmas pageant.He heard her come into the kitchen, pull out a chair. And he knew if he took his head out of the fridge, she would be watching him, accusing.“Lee.”“Hmmm,” he said. What would happen if he just climbed into the fridge and waited until she left the room? Suffocate, that’s what.“It’s a fridge not an oven. You can’t take the easy way out.”Oh, shit, confrontation time.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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