Epilogue
“I think we should test it out.”
I looked at Jay. We’d spent most of the afternoon and part of the evening putting together the swing set that had been delivered that morning. The metal contraption had three swings, a slide, and a seesaw.
“What?” I asked him.
“Get in one of the swings.”
“Are you serious?”
“I’m totally serious. Get in. I’ll push you.”
I reluctantly slid my ass onto the slide’s seat, hoping to God it wouldn’t break under my weight, and Jay stood behind me.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
He pushed me and I laughed. We’d been living together for about a month. After my visit last summer, I told him I’d come back to Sacramento to stay for good once I finished teaching the fall and spring semesters. During that time, I flew out to California to
