“You’re right.”
“We need to deal with it.”
“We will.”
“I want us to go into couples therapy.”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
She said to me in the mirror, “You are so lucky I love you.”
She turned. Her hand came up sharply, as if she was going to slap me.
She brushed my cheek. “Let’s change your dressings.”
Later, naked, in bed, entwined, we saw the walls flash white, heard a far-off rumble, followed by tapping on the roof, tentative and sporadic, then picking up speed.
Amy sat up. She wrapped the blanket around her long, lean body; around the gentle swell of new life. She took my hand and led me to the window, and we watched the sky release its mercy.
Acknowledgments
Rafi Rosen, Rafi Silberblatt, Ariel Resnikoff, Ezra Malmuth, Jo-Ellen Posner Zeitlin, Boris Shcharansky, Patricia Wilson, Jesse Grant, Ben Mantell, Alisa Givental, Michel Banda.