Epilogue358 days later (New Year’s Eve): Ramon
Angie told me that my Buenos Aires postcard was in his mailbox when he got home on the eighth. Or rather, he took a picture of the message with his phone and texted it to me.
The message read: Best Vacation Ever. Let’s do it again. I’d drawn a heart around it.
Angie’s caption for the picture: ASAP.
We didn’t go this year, because we’d both put a lot of time and money into setting up our new lives in North Carolina. And we wouldn’t be going next year, though he didn’t know that. I had other plans for us, plans involving words like Europe and honeymoon.
We hadn’t discussed getting married, not in those exact words. We talked about the future in terms of when we’d fly back to LA to visit his family or mine, when would be the best time to pla
