Julie only dared to respond aloud because her broken heart demanded.
“Spring it prematurely in ambiguous circumstances and you could tragically – not to say heartlessly – destroy something magical before it manages to metastasize. Thank you very much, my very best friend.”
She burst into tears and stumbled for the bathroom. No wonderfully understanding partner rushed to comfort her. In a rage of weeping Julie spun on the shower.
Torrents poured down from inside and out. Everything that had happened since she’d lost her last coin flip (and that would certainly be her last) overwhelmed her.
She had expected maybe a playful reenactment of the dream she’d described, a purging version of the lesser game they’d played in Ed’s bedroom. She’d been utterly unprepared to suffer such an enormou
