Do you want kids, ever? I asked. Micah was standing by the table, watching with careful kitty-cat eyes. I was suddenly so angry, and it wasn't Damian I was mad at. I know you'll get in here, eventually, because you couldn't stand yourself if you chickened out.
So I moved a little into the booth, close enough that she could see me over his shoulder. I turned my head enough to see his face. Honest to God, I would, but it doesn't work like that. Jean-Claude did what I asked, but his laughter trailed inside my head like an echo for the rest of the morning.
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