“Says the obituary writer. If this were a movie, it would be foreshadowing.” I wasn’t sure what to say. “The sex was boring,” I said. “I know, right?” She reached up and gently touched my face. “A year,” I said, not realizing I was going to say it out loud. “They go by faster now. Think of all the stories I’ll have.” She leaned in and hugged me, my face in her hair. She pulled back and kissed my cheek.
